I had thought loving two people so much would straighten it.

Some women make it look so easy, the way they cast ambition off like an expensive coat that no longer fits.

The Buddhists say there are 121 states of consciousness. Of these, only three involve misery or suffering. Most of us spend our time moving back and forth between these three.

My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead. Women almost never become art monsters because art monsters only concern themselves with art, never mundane things. Nabokov didn't even fold his own umbrella. Vera licked his stamps for him.

For years, I kept a Post-it note above my desk. WORK NOT LOVE! was what it said. It seemed a sturdier kind of happiness.

The reason to have a home is to keep certain people in and everyone else out.

The only love that feels like love is the doomed kind. (Fun fact.)