All men are liars, said Roberta Muldoon, who knew this was true because she had once been a man.

What is hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered the most to us wind up in parentheses.

A woman half dressed seemed to have some power, but a man was simply not as handsome as when he was naked, and not as secure as when he was clothed.

I do know where I'm going and it's just a matter of finding the language to get there.

I don't begin a novel until I have written, not just the last sentence, but usually, as a result thereof, many of the surrounding final paragraphs, so that in addition to knowing what happens, I know what the voice is.

A part of adolescence is feelimg that there's no one else around who's enough like youself to understand you.

You cannot drive with your eyes in the rear-view mirror… But dignity is difficult to maintain. Stamina requires constant upkeep. Repetition is boring. And you pay for grace.