Is there any evidence to the contrary? I don't need certainty in order to act on a well-founded suspicion.

And death? I don't fear death. I dread the absence of it.

It was the kind of experience, Molly said, that would grow calluses on an angel's ass.

Do you want to tell the truth, or do you want to tell a story?

One doesn't have to understand in order to look. One has to look, in order to understand.

Is there any evidence to the contrary? I don't need certainty in order to act on a well-founded suspicion.

The conversation was mesmerizing, not for its content but for the cadences of the talk, the rhythm we fell into when we were alone, now as before. Every conversation between friends or lovers creates its own easy or awkward rhythms, hidden talk that runs like a subterranean river under even the most banal exchange.