“The shallower our arguments, the more intense we became.”

“She knows her flesh parents are in the stands somewhere. Knows what they're saying, sees the gestures and expressions. Dad trying to use old college logic to make sense of it all. Mom wearing the haunted stare that means she was put on earth strictly to suffer. They're all around us, parents in the thousands, afraid of our intensity. This is what frightens them. We really believe. They bring us up to believe but when we show them true belief they call out psychiatrists and police. We know who God is. This makes us crazy in the world.”

“The world is full of abandoned meanings. In the commonplace I find unexpected themes and intensities.”

“When I read obituaries I always note the age of the deceased. Automatically I relate this figure to my own age. Four years to go, I think. Nine more years. Two years and I'm dead. The power of numbers is never more evident than when we use them to speculate on the time of our dying.”

“She became confused when she stepped onto an escalator that wasn't working.”

“I think we ought to have our intercourse now.”

“What do we have to live for, but each other. What do we have to die for, but our love?”