No one really understands a family but the people in it and even they each understand it differently.

I want someone who puts the whole ball of wax at risk. I want the kind of marriage where we would follow each other out into the stormy fatal sea or I'm not marrying at all.

The only really interesting thing about someone that makes you want to explore them further is their heart, and Miss Honeycut has a teeny tiny pea-sized one and it takes you nowhere you want to go.

You know what Sunday is, it's a day with a lot of potential for naps.

Sometimes you get tempted to make something wonderful even better but in doing so you lose what was so wonderful to begin with.

Suddenly I realize that everyone in the whole world is, at the end of a day, staring at a dusky horizon, owner of a day that no one else will ever know.

I am not in the body of life. I hover on the extremities. I float.