They had, finally, the only thing anyone really wants in life: someone to hold your hand when you die.

This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic.

Back at home, days later, feel cranky and tired. Sit on the couch and tell him he's stupid. That you bet he doesn't know who Coriolanus is. That since you moved in you've noticed he rarely reads. He will give you a hurt, hungry-to-learn look, with his James Cagney eyes. He will try to kiss you. Turn your head. Feel suffocated. (from "How")

She was afraid, and the afraid, she realized, sought opportunities for bravery in love.

Nothing is a joke with me. It just all comes out like one.

I just adore her work. It's the subtle way she has of talking about the entirety of a life and the strange moments a life suddenly pivots upon. ... She's just a genius.