I lean down so that my face is right in front of hers and whisper, ‘He doesn’t love you. I love you.

That's how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can't experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.

Why is it so hard to articulate love yet so easy to express disappointment?

I'll never be ready. Yet at the same time, you always want to reach the end. You can't fly to a destination and linger in the air. I want to reach the end of this thing, and I feel terrible about it.

I like the way men cry. They're efficient.

Perhaps I did nothing because I don't have enough fear to be a good parent.

I'm sorry, " I say. "I didn't give you everything you wanted. I wasn't everything you wanted. You were everything I wanted.

Truth is what works.

I always say I am a realist, and my mom says, 'No, you just have anxiety.'

It is not together, but the ensemble is perfect.

All voting is a sort of gaming, like checkers or backgammon, with a slight moral tinge to it, a playing with right and wrong.

It's very good to know when you're being lapped on the racetrack, 'cause you've got to put your foot down on the pedal and get going.

Cosmologies are made up of small snippets of physical reality that have been remodeled by society into vast cosmic deceptions.

In essence, we are reconciled to reconcile.

I admire the assurance and confidence everyone has in himself, whereas there is hardly anything I am sure I know or that I dare give my word I can do.

It's not the worst thing to slap a woman now and then.

I am never bored, never short of anything to do and I don't even ever feel lonely. I am quite gregarious and I get out and about a lot, but sometimes it is just wonderful to be on your own.