As Marilee and I were dressing, I whispered to her that I loved her with all my heart. What else was there to say? 'You don't. You can't,' she said.

Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.

The Summer had died peacefully in its sleep, and Autumn, as soft-spoken executrix, was locking life up safely until Spring came to claim it.

Plato says that the unexamined life is not worth living. But what if the examined life turns out to be a clunker as well?

Big, undreamed-of things — the people on the edge see them first.

If you can't write clearly, you probably don't think nearly as well as you think you do.

It posed the question posed by all such stone piles.: how had puny men moved stones so big? And, like all such stone piles, it answered the question itself. Dumb terror had moved those stones so big