Children live in the same world we do. To kid ourselves that we can shelter them from it isn't just naive it's a vanity.

It was important to me to put together a future history that would scan, and serve as the backdrop to the domestic story. Economics is really what drives the plot.

I am in flight from my story every day, and it dogs me like a faithful stray.

I never, ever took you for granted. We met too late for that; I was nearly thirty-three by then, and my past without you was too stark and insistent for me to find the miracle of companionship ordinary.

My own apathy is bone chilling.

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

But indifference would ultimately commend itself as a devastating weapon.