“He will live on for decades—eating, talking, laughing, fucking—while she will cease to exist in just a few weeks.”

“The building was frustrating. Was that because the person who lived in it was?”

“She walked as if she were afraid that putting one foot down on the floor too hard would make the boards crack.”

“After talking about his vegetables, we inevitably talk about the past.” 

“Could two people stay in love, when one had injured the other in such a permanent and visible way?”

“Nobody trusts a writer, but they will generally talk themselves into cooperating if you let them.”

Maître Susane knew she didn’t need Sharon’s energy, youth, or abilities, she knew full well that those virtues were wasted in her apartment, where there was literally nothing to do.

He felt as though the psychologist had uncovered a secret about him and was waiting until this day to tell him.

 Life without God’s love is like a donut, ’cause there’s a hole in the middle of your heart!

I swam fast toward the rocks—the sting of a jellyfish couldn’t be worse than listening to him go on about his mother.’