I thought at the time that I couldn't be horrified anymore, or wounded. I suppose that's a common conceit, that you've already been so damaged that damage itself, in its totality, makes you safe.

Funny how the nature of a normal day is the first memory to fade.

The Web, the great time-killer that had replaced conspicuously passive television with its seductive illusion of productivity.

The existence of other people is essentially awkward.

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.

...whenever a woman describes a man as sweet, the dalliance is doomed.

A boy is a dangerous animal.