I could bear the memory, but I could not bear the music that made the memory such a killing thing.

A recipe is a story that ends with a good meal.

No story is a straight line. The geometry of a human life is too imperfect and complex, too distorted by the laughter of time and the bewildering intricacies of fate to admit the straight line into its system of laws.

Rape is a crime against sleep and memory; it's afterimage imprints itself like an irreversible negative from the camera obscura of dreams.

Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.

I wrote to explain my own life to myself, stories are the vessels I use to interpret the world to myself.

Each divorce is the death of a small civilization.