Like most of the connections that explain the pain in our hearts, he couldn’t bring it to mind. He couldn’t see the truth because it was too big and it was right in front of him.

People react predictably, especially when they don’t have time to think.

Watching her, he saw again how she teetered between adolescence and adulthood, with a raw sensuality that had to deposit her in a kind of no-man’s land – too much a woman for boys her own age, too young for fully adult men.

I think men should be able to veto women’s abortions if they’re willing to care for the child after it’s born.

But insight doesn’t necessarily produce self-control. Sometimes you just see your destructiveness more clearly.

Relationships are never chance events.

Plenty of people who survive tragedies end up ambivalent about danger – frightened by it, yet strangely drawn to it.

The good guys had to operate on a higher level than the killers – just for society to keep track of who was who.

Most of you guys can’t see the potential in a nervous breakdown. A real collapse. There’s more chance of finding yourself in a major depression than there is in a bottle Prozac.

If you take the teachings of Jesus, whether you consider yourself saved or you don’t, those teachings are pristine. They’re wonderful guides for life. And there’s nothing in them that says hurt other people.