The discovery that heartbreak is indeed heartbreaking consoles us about our humanity.

it is always difficult to impress the ignorant.

It isn't very nice to admit, but domestic violence has its uses. So raw and unleashed, it tears away the veil of civilization that comes between us as much as it makes life possible. A poor substitute for the sort of passion we like to extol perhaps, but real love shares more in common with hatred and rage than it does with geniality or politeness.

For that matter, thinking of one's self as exceptional is probably more the rule than not.

Lovers communicate not inside sentences, but between them. Passion lurks within interstice. It is grouting rather than bricks.

Kevin was a shell game in which all three cups were empty.

When you've been afraid of something for long enough and it comes to pass, the terrible thing is a release. For in the belly of the badness there is no more fear.