“All the logic in the world could not blunt the pain. Logic could not blunt her terrible sense of personal failure. Only time would do those things, and time would do an imperfect job.”

“Can I be blunt on this subject? If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.”

“Time apparently did nothing but blunt grief’s sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.”

“Why would she do that?""Because she's a Yankee - a Maine Yankee, the worst kind. On a given day, they can make the Irish look logical.”

“Plus, dreams don't have to be logical, do they? Dreams are poems from the subconscious.”

“All that profligate investment of energy to effect a splendid, momentary reversal of natural law. That such a reversal should demand so much and last such a short time was terrible; that people would go for it anyway was both terrible and wonderful....A game, or maybe even not that--maybe it was only practice for a game, the way that all the sweat and trembling exhaustion in the Wilshire loft that day had just been practice. Practice for a show that only a few people would probably care to attend and which would probably close quickly.”

“This was a fact so simple that it defied logic. It bypassed logic.”