I am a classic 'Star Trek' fanatic.

So much is happening and yet nothing at all.

Why do you lie" I ask her. "To block the truth." Fair enough. Naomi goes on. "Where did we get it in our heads that we need truth all the time? Sometimes lies are nice, you know? You don't have to know the truth all the time. It's too exhausting.

Listen to me: I never married because I was too easily bored. It's an awful, self-defeating trait to have. It's much better to be too easily interested.

You should never wish for wishful thinking.

I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler.

When is the night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply when you realize that you have to?