My hands resemble some ancient tree: the roots that bind up the earth, the rock and the ceaselessly nibbling wordms.

Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold.

Youth always tries to fill the void, an old man learns to live with it.

Have no fear, you will find your way. It's in your bones. It's in your soul.

Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of ‘not knowing.

I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real

Losing the possibility of something is the exact same thing as losing hope and without hope nothing can survive.

Little solace comes to those who grieve when thoughts keep drifting as walls keep shifting and this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves moments before the wind.

We all create stories to protect ourselves.

Knowledge is hot water on wool. It shrinks time and space.

Who has never killed an hour?

You cannot free someonewho is caged intheir own self.

If we want people to accept us as we are, then we should accord the same courtesy to them

Bigamy is having one wife too many. Monogamy is the same.

Confront the page that taunts you with its whiteness. Face your enemy and fill it with words. You are bigger and stronger than a piece of paper.

Do interesting things and interesting things will happen to you.

That old question about whether, as a woman, you can be funny and attractive at the same time. Argh! I hate that question. Of course you can.

A graceful and pleasing figure is a perpetual letter of recommendation.

... I stare into the fridge. Like a mirrored image of myself. Cold and empty, and the lights come on only when you open the door. Otherwise ice-cold purring darkness.

Once you put bacon into a salad it's no longer a salad, it just becomes a game of find the bacon in the lettuce. It's like you're panning for gold, hmmmmm, EUREKA!

The society of organizations is new-only seventy years ago employees were a small minority in every society.