He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief.

Live free or die.

Perfection is a promise, and a reassurance that we are not wrong.

We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.

And you can't love, not fully, unless you are loved in return.

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up is where we intended to be all along.

I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we must all explode.

For a second, I feel a sense of overwhelming grief: for how things change, for the fact that we can never go back. I'm not certain of anything anymore. I don't know what will happen--

This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.

That is the rule of the Wilds: You must be bigger and stronger and tougher. You must hurt or be hurt.

We are all punished for the lives we have chosen, in one way or another.

For better or for worse, music is the language of memory. It is also the language of love.

Love is more pleasant than marriage for the same reason that novels are more amusing than history.

Wisdom and penetration are the fruit of experience, not the lessons of retirement and leisure. Great necessities call out great virtues.

As children, we have a tenuous idea of love; we often try to quantify it with how much we feel seen and heard.

Everyone is so weird in L.A. that if you're somewhat normal, it's exotic.

We have years to converse with someone, to blurt and rant, to explain our desires and anger and regrets - and oh how we squander those moments.

Consider when thou art much vexed or grieved, that man's life is only a moment, and after a short time we are all laid out dead.

If man could be crossed with the cat, it would improve man but deteriorate the cat.

I was driven completely by a desire to understand how cells worked.

The left has so corrupted everything it's touched. Even its highest ranking intellectual members are loony.