No one forgets the truth; they just get better at lying.

He couldn't even tell whether he was angry or contrite, whether it was forgiveness he wanted or the power to forgive.

Anybody's marriage might benefit from an occasional embargo on talk.

Our ability to measure and apportion time affords an almost endless source of comfort.

It haunted him all night, while he slept alone; it was still there in the morning, when he swallowed his coffee and backed down the driveway in the crumpled old Ford. And riding to work, one of the youngest and healthiest passengers on the train, he sat with the look of a man condemned to a very slow, painless death. He felt middle-aged.

Being alone has nothing to do with how many people are around.

Warren Cox, God knew, was no prize; a commercial person, a sales person, the kind of man who said things like "x numbers of dollars". At lunch today, laboriously trying to explain some business procedure, he had said "x number of dollars" three times.