It's a good rule of thumb, it seems to me: if you're not allowed to see where something comes from, don't put it in your mouth.

I've never particularly liked bankers.

The images of his infinite pasts and infinite futures washed over him as he waited, paralyzed, in the present.

She wants to know if I love her, that's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.

Sometimes one simply wants to disappear.

People shouldn't be allowed to get married until it's too late to have kids.

When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table. I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.