
"And then she would smile and tilt her head back, and her laughter connected him again to that night, made him believe for a moment that life was a string you could gather up in your hands all at once."
"My dad loved the shit out of her and hardly ever knew what to say to her and she loved the shit right back out of him and filled the silent parts of their lives with books and coffee and other things."
"They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered."
"You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style."
"We all joined the astronaut corps and are waiting in line for the moon."
"I remember how much rock and roll music can hurt. It can be so free and sexy when you are not."
"I sipped my drink. I like an effect as well as the next fellow. Her eyes ate me."
"all I want is a room up there
"If this is solace,
"In the water I saw my father's face, and that face saw the face of its father, and so on, and so on, reflecting backward to the beginning of time, to the face of God, in whose image we were created. We burned with love for ourselves, all of us, starters of the fire we suffered -- our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure..."
"There are betrayals in war that are childlike compared with our human betrayals during peace. The new lover enters the habits of the other. Things are smashed, revealed in new light. This is done with nervous or tender sentences, although the heart is an organ of fire.