I'm talking about these people who've ended up in one life instead of another and they are just so disappointed. Do you know what I mean? They've done what's expected of them. They want to do...

had an idea-too sentimental to speak aloud and he knew none of his divorced friends would ever own up to it-that something must linger, a half-life of marriage, some sense memory of love even if...

There was something obnoxious, he thought, in people who introduced themselves by their surnames while calling one by one's first.

Miranda rested the side of her face on the desk-the perfection of the cool laminate against her burning skin-and considered the poverty of the room. Poverty not in the economic sense, but in the sense...

...they shared a suspicion that the world might prove, in the end, to have been either a mirage or a particularly elaborate hoax.

I was in the hotel, he said finally. I followed your footprints in the snow. There were tears on his face. Okay, someone said, but why are you crying? I'd thought I was the only one, he said.

A period when she lives a life that feels like freedom, sometimes lies with the neighbor on the floor below but refuses to have a relationship, whispers "I regret nothing" to the mirror in a hundred...

all the shadows and light and splendorous horrors that make up the riptides of life on earth.

And now in a twilight once more lit by candles, the age of electricity having come and gone

No one ever thinks they're awful, even people who really actually are.

I'm talking about these people who've ended up in one life instead of another and they are just so disappointed. Do you know what I mean? They've done what's expected of them. They want to do...

I like waitresses with tattoos. It implies the existene of a secret life.

He found he was a man who repented almost everything, regrets crowding in around him like moths to a light.

did you just say you're famous for your discretion?

What a terrible time that was, Clark said softly to an imaginary Robert, practicing for the future. Awful, Imaginary Robert agreed. Remember those days when you were in the airport, and I didn't know...

The Georgia Flu was so efficient that there was almost no one left.

I have walked all my life through this tarnished world.

If nothing else, it's pleasant to consider the possibility.