She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release.

The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering.

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

There's nothing good about being certain about things. And I don't think there's any real talent in using language in a manipulative way, with phrases like "tax relief" or "Social Security reform." It's politically clever, but it's also completely disingenuous, and it's not something to aspire to.

I ran rather than walked, anxious to lose my way. All I wanted was to be unsure.

Flea-Market vendors are frozen mid-haggle. Middle-aged women are frozen in the middle of their lives. The gavels of frozen judges are frozen between guilt and innocence. On the ground are the crystals of the frozen first breaths of babies, and those of the last gasps of the dying.

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