I put her burnt bones into my mouth and swallowed them whole.

He kissed me hard and I kissed him back harder, like it was the end of an era that had lasted all of my life.

There's no way to know what makes one thing happen and not another. What leads to what. What destroys what. What causes what to flourish or die or take another course.

I didn't feel sad or happy. I didn't feel proud or ashamed. I only felt that in spite of all the things I'd done wrong, in getting myself here, I'd done right.

In my perception, the world wasn't a graph or formula or an equation. It was a story.

Perhaps by now I'd come far enough that I had the guts to be afraid.

Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves...

In the mornings, my pain was magnified by about a thousand. In the morning there weren’t only those sad facts about my life. Now there was also the additional fact that I was a pile of shit.

What if I forgave myself even though I'd done something I shouldn't have?

There was the woman I was before my mom died and the one I was now, my old life sitting on the surface of me like a bruise.

But now that she was dying, I knew everything. My mother was in me already. Not just the parts of her that I knew, but the parts of her that had come before me too.

You are not the first, and will not be the last, to say so. I wear my “warped” label with pride.

The portrait of his past was partially erased by God and he is searching for those erased portions.

Come dance with me, " he says, taking my hand, and someday I'll explain to him that I already am.

attraction, that's the farthest thing from an idea. That's an urge, an impulse, a force. It's subconscious, physical. You can't make everything cerebral.

The first time around as a mom, I held on really tight and I was so stressed.

Never present a power-user option in such a way that normal users must learn all about it in order to know they don't need to use it.

When civilization stands at the edge of a cliff, a step forward doesn't make much sense.

If you pinch the sea of its liberty, though it be walls of stone or brass, it will beat them down.

Discontent is the wheel that moves people forward.

The greatest player in the world. He's got a fantastic vision of the game, and what he can do technically - it's crazy.