Oh,' she said. 'I have never seen a Jew before. Can I see his horns?

Why didn't he say goodbye? I gave myself a bruise. Why didn't he say 'I love you'?

In the end, everyone loses everyone. There was no invention to get around that, and so I felt, that night, like the turtle that everything else in the universe was on top of.

I didn't intend to write about totems or people searching. I tried not to constrain myself, and this is what I ended up with. There's this great Auden quote: "I look at what I write so I can see what I think."

I believed him. I was not stupid. I was his wife.

We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes.

What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through a little speaker. [...] I wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time.