Being in love, she concluded, is simply a presentation of our pasts to another individual, mostly packages so unwieldy that we can no longer manage the loosened strings alone.

Nobody has ever been able to experience what they have thoroughly understood - or understand what they have experienced until they have achieved a detachment that renders them incapable of repeating the experience.

I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.

Millie Beggs, by the time she was forty-five, had become an emotional anarchist.

Experience teaches you how to do things you never want to do again.

The night you gave me my birthday party... you were a young Lieutenant and I was a fragrant phantom, wasn't I? And it was a radiant night, a night of soft conspiracy and the trees agreed that it was all going to be for the best.

We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising.