All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.

Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.

One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.

You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?

Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.

Under the seams runs the pain.

When I desire you a part of me is gone.

If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.

Women most often experience shame as a web of layered, conflicting, and competing social-community expectations. The expectations dictate who we should be, what we should be, how we should be.

Awareness is a flashlight that gives us a choice.

If you don't know how you feel, you won't know what you want.

The more I see of Mankind, the more I prefer my dog.

It is often the easiest move that completes the game.

At this place, Jews have prayed throughout the generations, and it is fitting that the message of brotherhood should go out from here.

When I'm explaining something to you, if I'm being long-winded, and twisty in a non-productive way, I could make you feel vaguely insulted. And you'd have a right to be.

It is a tremendously hard thing to pray aright, yea, it is verily the science of all sciences.

Bad men live that they may eat and drink, whereas good men eat and drink that they may live.

Kick is seeing things from a special angle. Kick is momentary freedom from the claims of the aging, cautious, nagging, fightened flesh.