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.

You can call it innocence, or you can call it gullibility, but Celia made the most common mistake of the good-hearted: she assumed that everyone else was just like her.

It's an apathy so absolute that it's like a hole you might fall in.

So many stories are determined before they start.

People seem to get used to anything, and it is a short step from adaptation to attachment.

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

In fact, it's become politically important to offend people, because we have to fight back against this notion that being offensive should be against the law or something, and that everyone supposedly deserves "respect" for their often dopy views.