Warren Cox, God knew, was no prize; a commercial person, a sales person, the kind of man who said things like "x numbers of dollars". At lunch today,….

Every man has a right to keep his own sentiments if he pleases..

Anybody's marriage might benefit from an occasional embargo on talk..

She was calm and quiet now with knowing what she had always known, what neither her parents nor Aunt Claire nor Frank nor anyone else had ever had to….

A man could rant and smash and grapple with the State Police, and still the sprinklers whirled at dusk on every lawn and the television droned in eve….

Acting might bring on emotional exhaustion, but writing tired your brains out. Writing led to depression and insomnia and walking around all day with….

You want to play house, you got to have a job. You want to play very nice house, very sweet house, then you got to have a job you don't like. Great. ….

The Revolutionary Hill Estates had not been designed to accommodate a tragedy. Even at night, as if on purpose, the development held no looming shado….

Our ability to measure and apportion time affords an almost endless source of comfort..

Dying for love might be pitiable, but it wasn't much different, finally, from any other kind of dying..

The hell with "love" anyway, and with every other phony, time-wasting, half-assed emotion in the world..

Hopeless emptiness. Now you've said it. Plenty of people are onto the emptiness, but it takes real guts to see the hopelessness..

Your cowardly self-delusions about “love” when you know as well as I do that there’s never been anything between us but contempt and distrust and a t….

You're painfully alive in a drugged and dying culture..

He had won but he didn't feel like a winner..

I'm only interested in stories that are about the crushing of the human heart..

...his job was the very least important part of his life, never to be mentioned except in irony..

He found it so easy and so pleasant to cry that he didn’t try to stop for a while, until he realized he was forcing his sobs a little, exaggerating t….

God knows there certainly ought to be a window around here somewhere, for all of us..

Intelligent, thinking people could take things like this in their stride, just as they took the larger absurdities of deadly dull jobs in the city an….

People did change, and a change could be a bloom as well as a withering..