You think you know someone. But mostly you just know what you want to know.

Was there any human urge more pitiful-or more intense- than wanting another chance at something?

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

It was like wondering how evil had come into the world or what happens to a person after he dies: an interesting philosophical exercise, but also curiously pointless, since evil and death happened, regardless of the why and the how and what-it-meant.

I'll take the shooting. I'm used to that. I've been shot a few times in the past, and I guess I can stand it, again.

You know someone for a while and then one day a hole opens underneath them, and they fall out of your world.

The blood of a redheaded woman is three degrees cooler than the blood of a normal woman. This has been established by medical studies.