Like all virtuous people he imagines he must speak the truth.

I learned you don't discover the evidence of any cause in its result.

Later, her first intense, serious love affair, yes then she'd lost something more tangible, if undefinable: her heart? her independence? her control of, definition of, self? That first true loss, the furious bafflement of it. And never again quite so assured, confident.

My writing is full of lives I might have led.

There is an hour when you realize: here is what you have been given. More than this, you won't receive. And what this is, what your life has come to, will be taken from you. In time.

Life is like boxing in many unsettling respects. But boxing is only like boxing.

These are the moments for which we live.