...what makes you older is when your bones, muscles and blood wear out, when the heart sinks into oblivion and all the houses you ever lived in are gone and people are not really certain that your civilization ever existed.

I don't want my daughter to be educated. I think women should just be decorative.

The sun was like a huge 50-cent piece that someone had poured kerosene on and then had lit with a match, and said, "Here, hold this while I go get a newspaper," and put the coin in my hand, but never came back.

Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.

We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love.

Night was coming on in, borrowing the light. It had started out borrowing just a few cents worth of the light, but now it was borrowing thousands of dollars worth of the light every second. The light would soon be gone, the bank closed, the tellers unemployed, the bank president a suicide.

Excuse me, I said. I thought you were a trout stream. I'm not, she said.