Making love to Aurelia was like rummaging through a card catalog in a deserted library, searching for one very obscure, little-read entry on Hungarian poetry.

It's not fair. It's not. But then, that's the game. It makes life great. The fact that it ends when we don't want it to. The ending gives it meaning.

Well, it doesn't look good. Makes me look like one of those unloved latchkey children they make after-school specials about." "Don't sell yourself short. You're more Masterpiece Theatre.

Show me what a man hates and I'll show you what he is.

It’s hard, in America, not to equate ‘happiness’ with ‘things’.

What, really, was the difference between something hounding you and something leading you somewhere?

It’s easy to be yourself in the dark.