All those little congruences and arabesques you prepared with such delicate anticipatory pleasure are gobbled up as if by pigs at a pastry cart.

The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue above the wires.

From infancy on, we are all spies; the shame is not this but that the secrets to be discovered are so paltry and few.

The worst thing in the world is a bitter woman. That's one thing about your mother, she's never been bitter.

I was made to feel I could do things. If you get this feeling early and can hold it until you're 15, you tend to never lose it.

The fact that we still live well cannot ease the feeling that we no longer live nobly.

The first breathe of adultery is the freest.