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

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

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

And that phrase - 'sleeping like a baby.' Some blonde said it blithely on the subway the other day. I wanted to lie down next to her and scream for five hours in her ear.

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

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.

These bits of poetry that stick to her like burrs.