In a whisper he began begging for—and, as the sun set, received—the concession people always beg for: a little more time.

Women often have a great need to portray themselves as sympathetic and pleasing, but we're also dark people with dark thoughts.

It's gotten to a point where everybody is concerned about their rights and nobody is concerned about their duties.

Your mid-thirties is a good time because you know a fair amount, you have some self-control.

The nineties, ecstatic decade!

The very reason I write is so that I might not sleepwalk through my entire life.

He did not consider if or how or why he loved them. They were just love: they were the first evidence he ever had of love, and they would be the last confirmation of love when everything else fell away.