A forced contemplation of the heavens, crisp and angelic blue, a classic prelude to death.

I was doing that thing the infatuated do, stitching destiny onto the person we want stitched to us.

I’d been listening to men talk since I arrived in New York City. That’s what men like to do. Talk. Profess like experts. When one finally came along who didn’t say much, I listened.

A funny thing about women and machines: the combination made men curious. They seemed to think it had something to do with them.

If your parents died suddenly, Sandro understood, your home was wherever you were, and now you were from nowhere. Your parents were your provenance. Dead, you had no provenance.

What happens slowly carries in each part the possibility of returning to what came before. In an accident everything is simultaneous, sudden, irreversible. It means this: no going back.

Gloria was still talking, something about how shooting people was in a sense safer than making art, in terms of avoiding serious lapses in taste.

...Because I have a a serious medical condition. Gabe shook his head ruefully. It's called foot-in-mouth disease.

Will looked horrified. "What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?

Sports is like a war without the killing.

Life is but thought.

Assuming the chairmanship of ASEAN isn't going to do anything about improving the lives of people.

I don't really know what I want, other than good sequences, whatever that means. What I find is always a matter of chance, judgment, and luck.

I've had my say out, and I shall be the' easier for't all my life. There's no pleasure i' living, if you're to be corked up forever, and only dribble your mind out by the sly, like a leaky barrel.

And what I saw happening is that women don't make one decision to leave the workforce. They makes lots of little decisions really far in advance that kind of inevitably lead them there.

Her singing always cheered him up. Life seemed so much brighter when she stopped.

If suffer we must, let's suffer on the heights.