Meg Pokrass writes like a brain looking for a body. Wonderful, dark, unforgiving.

There is a feeling of disbelief that comes over you, that takes over, and you kind of go through the motions. You do what you're supposed to do, but in fact you're not there at all.

What had been quiet and restful was now silent and empty.

Like most marriages, ours eventually wore down all the cartilage. We were a hip needing replacement. Bone on bone, grinding, day in and day out. It worked but it was hard.

I guess this was what it felt like to love someone and feel like you had lost them. Even when you were still holding them in your arms.

To desire immortality for the individual is really the same as wanting to perpetuate an error forever.

It's something that was very interesting to me to be a part of and all of them again because of the relationship. Some of the superhero movies are better than others.

We are reinventing ourselves as a company. Compaq is taking ownership of its customer relationships and accountability of our customer's needs.

It is with epigrams as with other inventions; the best ones annoy us because we didn't think of them ourselves.

Many of the French follow a Trade with the Indians, living very conveniently for that Interest.

We usually spend one hour per week on ballet but Marta Karolyi has us do a lot of compulsory floor in the morning practice.

Performance of duty and observance of morality are convertible terms.

I'm tired of people thinking they're doing me favours.

Boys will be boys... They commit mistakes.