Even if you yourself were unhappy and anxious, whenever you glimpsed happiness in your child, you suddenly became happy too.

Wasn't the whole point of being an artist, or at least part of it, that you didn't have to wear a tie?

People could not get enough of what they had lost, even if they no longer wanted it.

But now the world, he thought, had taken them. He knew that this could suddenly happen. One day you just woke up, and there was somewhere that you needed to be.

You had only one chance for a signature in life, but most people left no impression.

I've been waiting for someone to sign the permission slip for me to write about sex. In the meantime, I've written about sex in all my books anyway.

Just the act of sleeping beside someone you liked to be with. Maybe that was love.