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

it is always difficult to impress the ignorant.

Everything people do that doesn’t work has to be somebody else’s fault. Next time you know, geezers’ll be suing the government for getting old and kids’ll be taking their mommies to court because they came out ugly.

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

Worse, the deadly accuracy of filial faultfinding is facilitated by access, by trust, by willing disclosure, and so constitutes a double betrayal.

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

The good life doesn't knock on the door. Joy is a job.