All my life I've lived with a future which constantly diminishes but never vanishes.

Love, I think, is a gateway to the world, not an escape from it.

Even sad stories are company. And perhaps that's why you might read such a chronicle, to look into a companionable darkness that isn't yours.

No such thing, the queen said, as too many sequins.

We long to connect; we fear that if we do, our freedom and individuality will disappear.

One ambition of poetry, certainly, is to create a reverberant silence in its wake, one that means more or differently than the silence that preceded the poem.

The World Will Break Your Heart. Grief might be, in some ways, the long aftermath of love, the internal work of knowing, holding, more fully valuing what we have lost.

What did you think, that joy / was some slight thing?

There are those fortunate hours when the world consents to be made into a poem.

We love disasters that have nothing to do with us

Because the golden egg gleamed in my basket once, though my childhood became an immense sheet of darkening water I was Noah, and I was his ark, and there were two of every animal inside me

Whenever you keep score in love, you lose.

The winds have a force so terrific as to eclipse anything previously known in the world. We have found the kingdom of blizzards. We have come to an accursed land.

The great armies, accumulated to provide security and preserve the peace, carried the nations to war by their own weight.

Doing startups is all about making mistakes.

At first, writing for The New Yorker was very scary to me. I couldn't imagine anything that I would write in that typeface.

I'm really interested in vegan nail polishes, because a lot of nail polishes have a lot of toxins in them.

I don't really believe in evil at all.

Ice is nice at any price.

It's his word against the Commander's, unless he wants to head a posse. Kick in the door, and what did I tell you? Caught in the act, sinfully Scrabbling. Quick, eat those words.

Possession, it is true, crowns exertion with rest; but it is only in the illusions of fancy that it has power to charm us.