Gold don't come off. What's good stays good no matter how much of a beating it takes.

It was something... the way a person's life picked up speed, the way a life was like a bullet aimed at one final target, impossible to slow or turn aside, and like the bullet, you were ignorant of what you were going to hit, would never know anything except the rush and the impact.

What a blessed if painful thing, this business of being alive.

Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers.

Taking a thing apart is always faster than putting something together. This is true of everything except marriage.

You can't let facts get in the way of the truth.

Pick a sin we can both live with, is what I ask.