If it's a story I'm telling, then I have control over the ending... But if it's a story, even in my head, I must be telling it to someone. You don't tell a story only to yourself. There's always someone else. Even when there is no one.

We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?

The sands of time are quicksands ... so much can sink into them without a trace.

There's something final about saying you were married once. It's like saying you were dead once. It shuts them up.

The desire to be loved is the last illusion. Give it up and you will be free.

As William Gibson says, the future is already here but it's lumpy. It's unevenly distributed. Some people are already living this, the ones on low-lying islands off the coast of India are being swept away, you know, it's already happening to some people. We happen to be very lucky so far.

How shrunk, how dwindled, in our times Creation's mighty seed - For Man has broke the Fellowship With murder, lust, and greed.