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.

Highs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they're nothing." "So what's something?" "Being reliable is something. Being good.

I do think ordinariness is, in a way, the enemy, but not ordinariness as the opposite of flamboyance.

Everybody knows the competing identities of people who have kids.

Isn't it so weird how the number of dead people is increasing even though the Earth stays the same size, so that one day there isn't going to be room to bury anyone anymore?

The mistakes I've made are dead to me. But I can't take back the things I never did.

Something having been done just about everywhere just about always is no kind of justification for doing it now.