The most sumptuous experience of ingestion is in-between: remembering the last bite and looking forward to the next one.

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

Funny how you dig yourself into a hole by the teaspoon.

Secrets bind and separate in strict accordance with who's in them .

In a country that doesn't discriminate between fame and infamy, the latter presents itself as plainly more achievable.

The most sumptuous experience of ingestion is in-between: remembering the last bite and looking forward to the next one.

For women, marriages foreclosed often resulted in an accumulation of booty; for men, these failed projects of implausible optimism were more likely to manifest themselves in material lack. It was hard to resist the metaphorical impression that women got to keep the past itself, whereas men were simply robbed of it.