When I was seventeen, I worked as a counsellor at a co-ed sleep-away camp for eight weeks. I loved it but it could be harrowing - it was far too much responsibility for someone my age.
I don't necessarily love the sports per se, I love the stories behind them. Also in a kind of perverse way I like to study what it does to us, why we care so much. It's caring about something that's u...
We know that everything in our lives is complex and gray.
Mrs. Friedman lived in a happy snow globe of AP History.
I used to wonder why Lucy liked those songs so much. You know what I mean? She sits in the dark and listens and cries. Music does that to her...I didn't understand for a long time. But I do now. The s...
Grief can be inordinately selfish.
You could trust nature but not man.
The hunchback sees the hump of others—never his own.
Sure, on a larger scale, it was healthy to have people out there you cared about more than yourself. She knew that. But then there was the abject fear you would lose it. They say possessions own you....
Every person has hopes and dreams.
A trial is two narratives competing for your attention.
In the end, we know what makes us happy. We also know what makes us unhappy. That's the irony. We know and yet we still mess it up. That's part of the human condition, no, and why we need to work on i...
What I want to do is tell stories about normal people in the American suburbs. I don't write the book where it's a conspiracy reaching the prime minister; I don't write the book with the big serial ki...
In sum," Midlife said, giving the room his best you-the-jury baritone, "Our defense will be...?" He looked to Matt for the answer/"Blame the other guy," Matt said."Which other guy?""Yes.""Huh?""We bla...
The state of New Jersey is really two places - terrible cities and wonderful suburbs. I live in the suburbs, the final battleground of the American dream, where people get married and have kids and tr...
Too often, show muscles meant useless muscles.
It was scary, she said. Win was scary. He also saved your life. Yes. It’s what Win does. He’s good at it—the best I’ve ever seen. Everything with him is black and white. He has no moral ambiguities. I...
This is the price you pay for having a great father. You get the wonder, the joy, the tender moments - and you get the tears at the end, too.
You bring your own weather to the picnic.
I ran down the hill. I went to your place, afraid, I don’t know. I just didn’t know. But you were gone.I came here, to Lucy. I thought maybe you’d be hiding inside or something. I waited. But you neve...