All this, all of this love we're talking about, it would just be a memory. Maybe not even a memory. Am I wrong? Am I way off base? Because I want you to set me straight if you think I'm wrong. I want to know. I mean, I don't know anything, and I'm the first one to admit it.

You've got to work with your mistakes until they look intended. Understand?

He wondered if she wondered if he were watching her.

I think a little menace is fine to have in a story. For one thing, it's good for the circulation.

In short, everything about his life was different for him at the bottom of that well.

Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read. Fought against it for a minute. Then looked out the window at the rain. And gave over. Put myself entirely in the keep of this rainy morning. Would I live my life over again? Make the same unforgivable mistakes? Yes, given half a chance. Yes.

There was this funny thing of anything could happen now that we realized everything had.