Occupation: Author Birth: 1965
Happiness is so awfully complicated, but freedom isn't. You're either tied down or you're not..
Don't tell readers what to think. Let the action speak for itself..
But when Bumby nursed, his fist clutching the fabric of my robe, his eyes soft and bottomless and locked on mine, as if I were the very heart of his ….
This was my one brush with love. Was it love? It felt awful enough. I spent another two years crawling around in the skin of it, smoking too much and….
It gave me a sharp kind of sadness to think that no matter how much I loved him and tried to put him back together again, he might stay broken foreve….
Maybe no one can know how it is for anyone else..
I'd never met anyone so vibrant or alive. He moved like light..
To marry was to say you believed in the future and in the past, too-that history and tradition and hope could stay knit together to hold you up..
She was also incredibly confident, with a way of moving and talking that communicated that she didn't need anyone to tell her she was beautiful or wo….
The very rich only admire themselves.
Books could be an incredible adventure. I stayed under my blanket and barely moved, and no one would have guessed how my mind raced and my heart soar….
There was only today to throw yourself into without thinking about tomorrow, let alone forever. To keep you from thinking, there was liquor, an ocean….
You are everything good and straight and fine and true—and I see that so clearly now, in the way you’ve carried yourself and listened to your own hea….
A week passes but it feels as if he's never been anywhere else. It's one of the things war does to you. Everything you see works to replace moments a….
Ernest once told me that the word paradise was a Persian words that meant walled garden. I knew then that he understood how necessary the promises we….
Sometimes I wish we could rub out all of our mistakes and start fresh, from the beginning,' I said. 'And sometimes I think there isn't anything to us….
How unbelievably naive we both were that night. We clung hard to each other, making vows we couldn't keep and should never have spoken aloud. That's ….
Dogs are easy. If their tails are up and their eyes are soft, you're in..
And sometimes I think there isn’t anything to us but our mistakes..
Maybe happiness was an hourglass already running out, the grains tipping, sifting past each other. Maybe it was a state of mind..
But love is love. It makes you do terribly stupid things..