Thirty-six years old and he knows less than when he started. With the difference that now he knows how little he'll always know.

Old age treats freelance writers pretty gently.

A house, having been willfully purchased and furnished, tells us more than a body, and its description is a foremost resource of the art of fiction.

He had a sensation of anxiety and shame, a sensitivity acute beyond usefulness, as if the nervous system, flayed of its old hide of social usage, must record every touch of pain.

For male and female alike, the bodies of the other sex are messages signaling what we must do, they are glowing signifiers of our own necessities.

It's so hard to make a good tee shot after a birdie.