It was silly, wasn't it? But the singing made it not silly..

He was not in the house. He did not come back that night. Days went by, and at last she understood that he would not return at all..

When you live with a woman you learn something every day. So far I have learned that long hair will clog up the shower drain befor you can say "Liqui….

Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning..

The hardest lesson is Clare’s solitude. Sometimes I come home and Clare seems kind of irritated; I’ve interrupted some train of thought, broken into ….

I told Ing once that she dances like a German and she didn't like it, but it's true: she dances seriously, like lives are hanging in the balance, lik….

I think play must have been invented so we wouldn't go mad thinking about certain things..

I've noticed that Henry needs an incredible amount of physical activity all the time in order to be happy. It's like hanging out with a greyhound..

He said something interesting: he said that he thinks there is only free will when you are in time, in the present. He says in the past we can only d….

I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all win….

Mom had just gotten back from Sydney, and she had brought me an immense, surpassingly blue butterfly, Papilio ulysses, mounted in a frame filled with….

I wish for a moment that time would lift me out of this day, and into some more benign one. But then I feel guilty for wanting to avoid the sadness; ….

Maybe I'm dreaming you. Maybe you're dreaming me; maybe we only exist in each other's dreams and every morning when we wake up we forget all about ea….

‎I never wanted to have anything in my life that I couldn't stand losing. But it's too late for that..

Is it sad to fancy David Tennant when you're dead?.

What we need,' Henry says, 'is a fresh start. A blank slate. Let's call her Tabula Rasa..

I sleep all day. Noises flit around the house- garbage truck in the alley, rain, tree rapping against the bedroom window. I sleep. I inhabit sleep fi….

I have a sort of Christmas-morning sense of the library as a big box full of beautiful books..

When the woman you live with is an artist, every day is a surprise..

I wanted someone to love who would stay: stay and be there, always..

I'm living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there's a world up there, a sunlit quick world where time runs like dry sand throu….