No one had known him. No one knows me. No one knows who I am or what I can do.

What I am seeing right now is a man who is so dominated by his mother that he is willing to throw away his marriage in order to protect her from the trauma of …

I knew [her] better than any living soul. Better than she knew herself. So I knew right then, long before she understood it herself, that she was in love with …

You took sides!' So did you. The difference is that I sided with a man who was asking nothing more than to live with dignity... And you were siding with a woma…

What a lonely and silly thing it is to be an Armenian writer in America.

I am a rock. I am an island.

Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.