What is this life but the sound of an appalling love.

They were so strong in their beliefs that there came a time when it hardly mattered what exactly those beliefs were; they all fused into a single stubbornness.

But then as time passed, I learned the lesson that parents do early on. You fail sometimes. No matter how much you love your children, there are times you slip. There are moments you can't give, stutter, lose your temper, or simply lose face with the world, and you can't explain this to a child.

Old love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself and knows that nothing lasts, is a desperate shared wildness.

I got well by talking. Death could not get a word in edgewise, grew discouraged, and traveled on.

my mind ran over scenes of Shesheeb seducing Margaret until I was a wagon dragged by the runaway horses of my jealousy.

There will never come a time when I will be able to resist my emotions.