“[Adulthood feels like] walking around in the desert with a bag over your head, being bumped into by people who rob you as they bore you.”

“She gazed around with a bored air. "This feels just like Law and Order. But shouldn't you lawyer up before I throw the book at you? No? So what's in the IV bag?”

“If you keep looking at your feet you will bump your head. If you keep your eyes to the horizon you will eventually learn to not trip over.”

“It is the strain of walking around the world-down the street, riding city buses and elevators, moving from place to place to place-and not knowing who might want to destroy you, who might like to fill your heart with poison, who might rob you and stab you, who might stand above you in the dark with a tarantula.”

“This is not what it is like to be you,I realized as a few of your magnificent cloudsflew over the rooftop.It is just me thinking about being you.And before I headed back down the hill,I walked in a circle around your house,making an invisible linewhich you would have to cross before dark.”

“I keep my love in the trunk. And I drive slowly over speed bumps, so she doesn’t bump her head around.”