Any rainy summer morning, of course, has the seeds of gloomy alienation sown in. But a rainy summer morning far from home - when your personal clouds don't move but hang - can easily produce the feeling of the world as seen from the grave. This I know.

Americans don't have saner gun laws because most Americans, including those citizens who puzzle over better angels, don't want saner gun laws.

Tweet, tweet, you're alive, you ignorant asshole.

What was our life like? I almost don't remember now. Though I remember it, the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.

You're only good if you can do bad and decide not to.

Our ex-wifes always harbour secrets about us that make them irresistable. Until, of course, we remember who we are and what we did and why we are not married anymore.

I'm intrigued by how ordinary behavior exists so close beside its opposite.