She touched the healthy folds of skin around the baby's neck, wrists, and thighs, the dark lines crying for life made in his forehead, and thought how people start with wrinkles and end with wrinkles, grow into their skin and then live to grow out of it again.

You've been quiet lately...but it's not so much the quiet as something inside the quiet.

If we're mad, we're mad in large numbers, at least larger than yours.

My ma says a rock lasts forever, but people don’t, and that’s what makes them more precious.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a thirty-something woman in possession of a satisfying career and fabulous hairdo must be in want of very little

Miss Hayes, have you stopped to consider that you might have this all backward? That in fact you are my fantasy?

Sometimes one does not mean to fall in love. Sometimes it just happens