I had always liked blind dates. If nothing else, it was an interesting way of discovering what people thought of you.
There’s almost always a point in a book where something happens that triggers the rest of the plot.
I feel like a cliche.
Most men think they are good drivers. Most women think they are good in bed. They aren’t.
Some people are like blue jeans- the older and more beat up they get, the better they look.
Just write about what bites you and damn the rest.
If I don’t feel like writing today or for a few days, I don’t. And I don’t think about it. It is not an obligation-it is the greatest privilege.
Opening his arms he said quietly to her, “Disappear here.
Not only do you lose a person to death, but you lose their noise too – their noise and smells, gestures and facial expressions. You lose the way they talk and phrase things and laugh, the way they fill in your blanks without ever thinking about it or having to try. You lose things you love about them they don’t even know they possess.
A monster is not a monster if it doesn’t scare you.
Not responding is a response.
The tragedy of being old is you can no longer apply what has taken you so long to learn.
BUYING A PAIR OF shoes is one of the most optimistic acts I know, next to falling in love. I like nothing better than to see an old man wearing a brand new pair of brogues or cap-toed oxfords, preferably jaunty orange-brown, unscuffed, heels unworn. We want to be here tomorrow, but buying new shoes, like falling in love, says I plan on being here tomorrow.
I think we love differently every day. Like the guy who said you can’t stand in a river at exactly the same place twice. Today I love you differently than yesterday, or will tomorrow.
Only the guilty and the lovers really fear. The first because of what they are, the second for what they might lose.
One of the joys of being a dog is that they have no concept of the word “future.” Everything is right now, and if right now happens to be a warm floor and a full stomach, then life is good.
She became my favorite scar.
I wish I knew the flavor of my happiness.
Like a spider web that you walk into, it is not so easy to get all the tendrils of real love off after you have passed through it.
Chaos doesn’t do, it undoes.