I live by Edith Whartons rule to get rid of anything neither useful nor beautiful. So I put the TV out on the street.

Olive Kitteridge' is a masterpiece: The writing is so perfect you don't even notice it; the story is so vivid it's less like reading a story than experiencing it firsthand.

It scares me how fast I go from disliking to loving him, and I wonder if it’s this way for everyone.

She seems sort of lost.' I thought, Lost how? How am I lost? Suddenly I felt lost.

He said, "People wait their whole lives for the kind of happiness we have.

Time. There seems to be vast quantities of the stuff spooling around me in all directions, everywhere i look. Days and hours. Weeks and minutes. Years. The hard part, ive discovered, is filling it.

With so much sky and so much river, you couldn't help seeing the big picture. It was what you already knew, but crowding into the subway or rushing to a movie, you only saw it for a second, and close up. Now I took a good long look. I'd always heard you couldn't see stars in Manhattan because of all the lights. But here they all were. Here was my night in shining armor.