Man with goatee. Man who looked like a Beatle. All the Beatles at once. Woman wearing newspaper hat. I'd grown used to how weird New Yorkers were, and I could fit them into types.

It never ceased to amaze me how she just had the facts always, in her head. It occured to me that if, or when, she died, a whole load of facts, a body of knowledge, might disappear without a trace.

The sharp, superficial pain at being spoken to unkindly had obscured the deeper pain, which had not yet turned into something hard and heavy.

Mizuko loved reading the dictionary. She liked it when there were multiple meanings for words and when opposite meanings could be contained.

Waking in the morning, I had to remember grief all over again. It was sunny, a white winter sun, and that made me sad.

Well, then, what's the plan now? You can't stay here forever.'My plan was indeed to stay there forever.

My ability to make up lies on the spot chills me as much as it saves me.

I felt the nauseous shiver in my stomach—everything from rage to empathy to morning sickness—that I had grown used to and now thought of as being love.

The messages must be stuck somewhere in the tube of light underneath the ocean that connects London and New York.

Email is the scourge of our age, ' said Silvia. 'Email and cancer.

I was on the sidewalk, buffering, wondering if it was okay to follow people in real life.

When a woman's clothes are in harmony with her emotions, she shines from within.

To come so far, to lose so much and to find nothing. -Jing-mei

In any language it is a struggle to make a sentence say exactly what you mean.

Never mind what my name is,” the man said. “No one can pronounce it anyway. Just call me Sir.

What we do to each other are the worst things that we do.

All people are insane. They will do anything at any time, and God help anybody who looks for reasons.

When a certain show or film or celebrity captures the imagination of the masses that has a good deal to say about us, I think, and what is happening in our collective psyche.

Lay in the weeds and wait, and when you get your chance to say something, say something good.

My thinking is very flexible, and I hope that it will remain flexible and creative as long as biology permits me to think and that I will remain a rebel all my life.

Pressue is something you feel when you don't know what the hell you're doing.