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All the dispossessed and pariahs of society are on the move; they beg for some light, air, and a life that accords with human dignity. It is therefore only natural that, in our century, a serious and vast movement has emerged among the last and most numerous of pariahs who form half of humanity-that is, women.

“My specialty is napping.”

“A noble pursuit,” he said.

You are no more nor less than any man—a hungry heart and a wavering will.

The lion is fur, muscle, tendon, claw, and speed, five important ingredients of the unfathomable.

“Do you remember what you wished for?” asked Stan.

“Only the one of them. I must have been ten or eleven.”

“Did it come true?” asked Groot.

“Hell no, I wished I’d never get old,” said Venner.

After my mother finally quit drinking, she entered a brief epoch of peace in her life. Gone were the paranoia, the accusations, the belittlements, the bitter rage of judgment, the look of fear. For years, nearly every day a lost weekend, she had been possessed by the dark amber ghast of gag-sweet Taylor Cream Sherry. Living with her back then had been like living with a vampire whose bite drained but never conferred immortality.

They’ve told so many lies in their lives that they’ve run out and can now tell only the truth.

I had, at the time, an irrational, Luddite inclination that there was something morally bankrupt about making art with a computer.

There is no certainty but that there is no certainty.

Those frozen December days, the last days of 2002, come back to me years later slightly blurred, shining through the mist, as though preserved in my memory right from the start with a slightly unreal distortion. Or perhaps it's that over time they have lost some of their sharpness and acquired a dreamy afterglow. 14

Parents—so essential yet sometimes like something you have stepped in and cannot get off your shoe. What else is there but to love them?

From Mama we learned what sort of people we should be, and we loved her as a confidante; but Papa's image was the mold of our dreams. (p52)