Love grew commendably dependable - love was eggs, love was ham, love was the morning paper.

“Art is a social object, books and films and records and television shows, they’…”

“Harold had become, over the past week, a connoisseur of silences. He was an exp…”

“Gray fall light came through the nine square glass panes. On days like this, th…”

“On Westminster Bridge, Arthur was struck by the brightness of the streetlamps r…”