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

My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead.

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.

You think you want the blue skies, the open road, but really you want the tunnel, you want to know how the story ends.

One of the odd things about being a writer is that you never reach a point of certainty, a point of mastery where you can say, Right. Now I understand how this is done.

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.

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