I look at him, look at the book, remember, this book, this moment, the first book I ever loved

Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?

The pain has left but I know that it has not gone far, that it is sulking somewhere in a corner or under the bed and it will jump out when I least expect it.

There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.

It's hard being left behind. (...) It's hard to be the one who stays.

Listen, sometimes when you finally find out, you realize that you were much better off not knowing.

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.

I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.

Love the world and yourself in it, move through it as though it offers no resistance, as though the world is your natural element.

It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.

we both smile and we are conspirators.

The calla lilies are in bloom again. Such a strange flower—suitable to any occasion. I carried them on my wedding day, and now I place them here in memory of something that has died.

Never take lightly that becoming an employer puts another person’s ability to provide for their life in your hands.

I understood finding the place you are born in an unbearable prison and wanting something completely different from what you are familiar with, knowing it represents a haven.

A lot of punk rock is not going to be in the mainstream. It's below the radar. The beauty of it is that you're not supposed to always know. It's subterranean.

Technology has become as ubiquitous as the air we breathe, so we are no longer conscious of its presence.

Fiction is ideally suited to re-creating the important emotional aspects of history.

[...] marriage is one thing, and love is another...You need to have a solid canvas; nobody stops you to weave the arabesques.

One of the things about parents and children is that there is no way that you go through this without there being mutual anger.

My pain may be the reason for somebody's laugh. But my laugh must never be the reason for somebody's pain.

The art of writing is mysterious, the opinions we hold are ephemeral.