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

When God is a father, he is said to be elsewhere. When God is a mother, she is said to be everywhere.

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

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.

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.

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.