But I quite like the way you can talk about science without necessarily using mathematics, but using metaphors instead.

I think about stories and their logic and wonder if there can be any such thing as simply "there is a book.

Homeopaths argue that water has a memory.

If something wants to be a story, it will be.

But the ground shakes, as if something's trying to push up from below, and I think of other people's mothers shaking out their duvets or even God shaking out the fabric of space-time.

I sit up in bed slowly, feeling the disappointment trickle away like puddles after a rain shower.

I feel like crying. There's something so sad about broken concrete.

There's something romantic about it, of course, in the way only other people's lives can be.

Nothing means anything but you still have to follow the rules.

The sky is grey, with a thin TV-static drizzle that hangs in the air like it's been freeze-framed.

Sometimes I wake up with such an immense sense of disappointment that I can hardly breathe.

My favorite thing to do is watch her sleep, when she’s at total ease, not stressing about her imperfections — imperfections I find perfect.

Why write about the past? Well, there's more of it.

Perhaps it's because it's incredible to meet someone and say: with this person, I'm happy.

The writers' strike a couple years ago was a bonanza for reality TV shows new and old.

Soften my hard self-opinionatedness, which time has hardened so exceedingly!

Manners form the great charm of women.

...available people are the ones who are dangerous, because they confront us with the possibility of real intimacy.

If you know how rich you are, you are not a billionaire.

Never tease an old dog; he might have one bite left.

The wise man once said invest young