I have never been much of a researcher

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

Being an adult child was an awkward, inevitable position. You went about your business in the world: tooling around, giving orders, being taken seriously, but there were still these two people lurking somewhere who in a split second could reduce you to nothing. In their presence, you were a big-headed baby again, crawling instead of walking.

After a certain age, you felt a need not to be alone. It grew stronger, like a radio frequency, until finally it was so powerful that you were forced to do something about it.

Everybody has a theme. You talk to somebody awhile, and you realize they have one particular thing that rules them. The best you can do is a variation on the theme, but that's about it.

Twitter," said Manny, waving his hand. "You know what that is? Termites with microphones.

Good writing is good writing, and I'm so happy when I read it.