A boy is a dangerous animal.

I have no end of failings as a mother, but I have always followed the rules.

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

...hoarders of guilty secrets are inevitably consumed with appearances.

My own apathy is bone chilling.

Giving anyone anything takes courage, since so many presents backfire. A gift conspicuously at odds with your tastes serves only to betray that the benefactor has no earthly clue who you are.

Life is never easy so that is why I never lie about my age. I want credit for every damned year.