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.

Aren't you going to tell me I'm not so bad? she asked. Mmm-no. I was thinking how every man loves a hot girl with a history of making mistakes. Because it's always possible she'll make one with you.

She liked things that had been written by people who had lived short, ugly, and tragic lives. Or, who at least, were English.

The difference between childhood and adulthood, Vic had come to believe, was the difference between imagination and resignation. You traded one for the other and lost your way.

Don't believe everything you hear today

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

I will be waiting by candlelight in our tree house of the mind.