That night when we made love, she saw a side of me she’d never seen—the left side.

“There’s a hair in my soup. That’s the problem of using my helmet as a bowl.”

“When I’m typing at my keyboard, I often feel like Mozart. Can somebody scratch …”

“The Book of Us. I’m writing it. And you’re in it.”

“In high school pottery class, I never made a whole vase. Instead I made fragmen…”