The existence of other people is essentially awkward.

Half an ear cocked, something in me, all night, every night, is waiting for you to come home.

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

I first foreswore motherhood when I was about eight years old. ... [Children] were annoying. We were loud and sneaky and broke things. As an eight-year-old, maybe I was simply mortified by the prospect of being saddled with myself.

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

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

For the living, death is thievery.