People have separated from each other with walls of concrete that blocked the roads to connection and love. and Nature has been defeated in the name of development.

I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of love.

A secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance.

Now, even more than the evening before, he could think of no one with whom to compare her. She had become absolute, beyond comparison. She had become decision and fate.

Cosmic time is the same for everyone, but human time differs with each person. Time flows in the same way for all human beings; every human being flows through time in a different way.

I wonder what the retirement age is in the novel business. The day you die.

A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.