I had thought loving two people so much would straighten it.

And that phrase - 'sleeping like a baby.' Some blonde said it blithely on the subway the other day. I wanted to lie down next to her and scream for five hours in her ear.

You think you want the blue skies, the open road, but really you want the tunnel, you want to know how the story ends.

But now it seems possible that the truth about getting older is that there are fewer and fewer things to make fun of until finally there is nothing you are sure you will never be.

One of the odd things about being a writer is that you never reach a point of certainty, a point of mastery where you can say, Right. Now I understand how this is done.

The reason to have a home is to keep certain people in and everyone else out.

A few nights later, I secretly hope that I might be a genius. Why else can no amount of sleeping pills fell my brain? But in the morning my daughter asks me what a cloud is and I cannot say.

A thought experiment courtesy of the Stoics. If you are tired of everything you possess, imagine that you have lost all these things.

The Buddhists say there are 121 states of consciousness. Of these, only three involve misery or suffering. Most of us spend our time moving back and forth between these three.

Also she signed away the right to self-destruct years ago. The fine print on the birth certificate, her friends call it.

The only love that feels like love is the doomed kind. (Fun fact.)

And we are made different. On the instant. What we know, what we were, is banished by that instant, razed like a castle under siege, and nothing is recognizable is left. The world is unmade.

A man's concern, even his despair, over the worthwhileness of life is an existential distress but by no means a mental disease.

Ethics is a bit like culture: the less one has, the more one flaunts it.

It's a lot of work living the life that you want to live, but that's what I'm doing.

A joke was not a single-use item but something you brought out again and again until it fell apart in your hand like a cheap umbrella.

The Kyoto Protocol...the first component of an authentic global governance.

Home is where you feel unjudged, and where what I do isn't necessarily stupid or wrong.

I know I should be leaving this climate, I've got a verse, but can't rhyme it.

Passivity may be the easy course, but it is hardly the honorable one.

One truth, many paths.