When I opened the door to her I felt like a child who believes itself lost on a swarming street and suddenly sees that all-solving outline, that indi… - Martin Amis

Each life is a game of chess that went to hell on the seventh move(...)

Once, as he inhaled with his customary vehemence, I had a thought that made my armpits come alive.

Venus, I’m sorry that you’ve gone on minding that I didn’t let you drive me to O’Hare. “That’s what we do,” you said: “We drive each other to and from the airport.” Do you realize how rare that is? No one does it anymore, not even newlyweds. All right – it was selfish of me to decline. I said it was because I didn’t want to say goodbye to you in a public place. But I think it was the asymmetry of it that was really troubling me. You and I, we drive each other to and from the airport. And I didn’t want a to when I knew there wouldn’t be a from.