I don’t want to sleep alone,” she says gently. And I don’t force her to. Sarai falls fast asleep curled up next to me in my bed. Right where I want her.

Just because one person's problem is less traumatic than another's doesn't mean they're required to hurt less

You were the missing piece of my soul, the breath in my lungs, and the blood in my veins.

Live in the moment, where everything is just right, take your time and limit your bad memories and you'll get wherever it is you're going a lot faster and with less bumps in the way.

I think that if past lives are real then we have been lovers in every single one of them. I've known you for a short time, but I feel like I've known you forever.

Time is cruel like life. It slows down so that you can truly experience the worst moments of it. Only if you make it through them do you get to say ‘It all happened so fast.

Just remember to always be yourself and don’t be afraid to speak your mind or to dream out loud

This goes against everything that I am, Sarai," he says and then kisses me. "No, it doesn't," I whisper and kiss him back. "It's you becoming more of who you really are.

It’s like, you know, it doesn’t matter what you do, even if you try to replicate an experience down to every last detail, it’ll never be the way it was when it happened naturally the first time.

I wonder if the ocean smells different on the other side of the world.

You made me feel real emotions. You unlocked me.

Impossible to let go ... No longer knowing how to hold on.

We all draw breath and life from the same source of creation.

Everything in life is related to business—your hobbies, friends, family, relaxation, career, education, etc.

Some people dream of having a big swimming pool. With me, it’s closets

We are not called to proclaim philosophy and metaphysics, but the simple gospel.

My dear, the duty that devolved wholly on you in my absence of guiding and expanding the minds of our dear children is a laborious one and a responsible one.

He loved the scratching of pencil against paper when he was focused: it meant something was happening.

Everyone thinks I'm Jewish. I'm not. Last year I got a call: "Happy Hanukkah." I said "Ma, I'm not Jewish."

I can't help but to write, I have a inner need for it. If I'm not in the middle of some literary project, I'm utterly lost, unhappy and distressed. As soon as I get started, I calm down.

I don't think that anyone can really understand anything until it's understood on a cellular, emotional level.