When your words are futile, you're better off keeping them to yourself

But when they were done, I wondered if there would be a next time. I felt good. I wasn't dead, yet something was dead. Perhaps I'd managed my peculiar objective of partial suicide. I was lighter,...

Late have I loved you, Beauty so very ancient and so ever new. Late I have loved you! You were within, but I was without.

Who is that? Your replacement. You replaced me with a shaved poodle? He's got mad skills.

On a plane I like to be left to myself, as the clouds and the sky and drone of the motor all make me feel dreamy, and dreams are a solo enterprise.

Think of the person you love the most in the world. Do you really see them visually? Or don't you see on a much deeper level? It's lots easier to visualize people we don't know very well.

Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths.

But even she had figured out that there was no point giving up a great job and following him to the ends of the earth, when he simply refused to make any promises about, or even discuss, the future.

Yeah, exactly. But, actually, boards prefer iron. All that glitters is not hovery.

I'd hate to have a kid like me.

one of her recent letters asks, Is it hubris to believe we all live epics? {Perhaps it is, but I suspect she's not actually counting on me for an answer.}

... walking down the same street that, I suspect, is the overlay of many streets. I also know that some memories are later fabrications: fantasies crafted during a conversation... Remembering,...

No, I don't think I could fall in love with him, handsome though he is, because I don't accept any of that huff he gives me about my great beauty and all that. I'd have to trust a man's words before I...

If I'd had any way of knowing that things were - as Lily Tomlin once said - going to get a whole lot worse before they got worse, I'm not sure how I would have slept that night.

Why are you bothering? You've got an excuse. You've got bad blood. You must like living; I guess I would if I were you.

But at times I wondered if I had not come a long way only to find that what I really sought was something I had left behind.

I don't like to bust drunk drivers. I don't like to listen to their explanations, watch their pitiful attempts to affect sobriety, or see the sheen of fear break out in their eyes when they realize...

Like many men, by then my father was beginning to suspect that he stopped being a young man, and he often revisited the scenes of his early youth, looking for answers to questions he still didn't...

Faith is found when it is not sought, and there will come a day when it is your heart, not your mind, that longs for the purification of the soul.

Anne has as many shades as a rainbow and every shade is the prettiest while it lasts.

Behold yon miserable creature. That Point is a Being like ourselves, but confined to the non-dimensional Gulf. He is himself his own World, his own Universe; of any other than himself he can form no...

How can a man be satisfied to entertain an opinion merely, and enjoy it?

I'd never been much of an athlete, due to a physical condition I'd had since birth {unathleticism}. Perhaps if there were a sport centered around lying on your couch in a neurotic stupor all day, I'd...

I looked in the mirror and realized that I was already dead. I let you kill me one piece at a time, starting when I was, what? Eight years old? Nine? You killed yourself and then you came after us.

Many things happened in my life, and I thought that they changed me. But in the end, nothing has changed since I was seventeen. If I could keep today's happiness I wouldn't worry about tomorrow.

A quiet conscience makes one strong!

Our contradictions are never so to ourselves.

I have a room, which is in my brain, and it's very, very, very... untidy! There is stuff fallen everywhere. There are some very important ideas next to some very silly ones. There is a bottle of wine...

Given my heritage and the ordeal of my childhood, I sometimes wonder why I myself am not insane. Maybe I am.

Decker blinked awake and sat up in his bed. He looked around, for a few moments unsure of where he was. Virginia. Quantico. The FBI gig. Right. He got up and padded to the bathroom. After that he...