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

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.

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

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

But now it seems possible that the truth about getting older is that there are fewer and fewer things to make fun of until finally there is nothing you are sure you will never be.

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

Also she signed away the right to self-destruct years ago. The fine print on the birth certificate, her friends call it.