What is a family, after all, except memories? Haphazard and precious as the contents of a catch-all drawer in the kitchen.

In a family, what isn't spoken is what you listen for. But the noise of a family is to drown it out.

One of life's minor satisfactions is forgetting.

She thought that this man was her savior, that he had come to her at a time in her life when her life demanded completion, an end, a permanent fixing of all that was troubled and shifting and deadly. And yet it was absurd to think this. No person could save another. So she drew back from him and released him.

If my favorite, most comfortable place is by our fireplace in cold weather, expedient places are on an airplane, in a waiting room or even waiting in line; frequently these days, while on the phone having been 'put on hold.'

One man's insanity is another man's genius; someday the world will recognize the genius in my insanity.

Ambitious, absorbing, and poignantly moving.