So it was scary, but that's how it goes. To my great delight, I discovered that it did all belong.

The two dozen commonplace childhood photographs - snowsuit, pony, tennis racket, looming fender of a Dodge - were an inexhaustible source of wonder for him, at her having existed before he met her, and of sadness for his possessing nothing of the ten million minutes of that black-and-white scallop-edged existence save these few proofs.

For me, nostalgia is an involuntary emotion. ... I think it's just a natural human response to loss.

In the immemorial style of young men under pressure, they decided to lie down for a while and waste time.

We have the idea that our hearts, once broken, scar over with an indestructible tissue that prevents their ever breaking again in quite the same place.

A true storyteller is really good at writing himself into a corner and then finding a way out of that corner

I love Richard Yates, his work, and the novel, Revolutionary Road. It's a devastating novel.