Love and marriage are completely unrelated enterprises. Marriage bears as little resemblance to love as competing in the Olympics does to your afternoon jog.

I realized that that was how heartbreak occurred. Your heart wants something, but reality resists it. Death is inert and heavy, and it has no relation to your heart's desires.

It's a finger snapping kind of day.

Be kind to him who does not deserve your kindness.

Golf is played by twenty million mature American men whose wives think they are out having fun.

Maybe the most that you can expect from a relationship that goes bad is to come out of it with a few good songs.

Nope," he whispered, when I tried to tug it away. "Mine now.

You have to keep taking the next necessary stitch, and the next one, and the next. Without stitches, you just have rags. And we are not rags.

These days with the web, you can burn out a character really quick.

It is the city of mirrors, the city of mirages, at once solid and liquid, at once air and stone.

Living at that pitch, on that edge, is something which many poets engage in to some extent.

The nuances and organic characteristics of a character become second nature if I'm doing my job well.