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.

When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.

It would be refreshing to have a politician try to defend guns without any reference to the Second Amendment, but on the merits of guns.

It was the first time I had ever made love. I wondered if he knew that. It felt like crying. I wondered, Why does anyone ever make love?

Do you have any coffee?'...'It stunts my growth, and I'm afraid of death.

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.

In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that?