Part of me is made of glass, and also, I love you.

...we take comfort in the symmetries we find in life because they suggest a design where there is none.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

there are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone.

What about you? Are you happiest and saddest right now that you've ever been?" "Of course I am." "Why?" "Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.

She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into smaller and smaller parts and scatter these in places she thought no one would find them.

To hike out alone in the desert; to sleep on the valley floor on a night with no moon, in the pitch black, just listening to the boom of silence: you can't imagine what that's like.

That's what I do. Watch movies and read. Sometimes I even pretend to write, but I'm not fooling anyone. Oh, and I go to the mailbox.

When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?

I've reached the age where bruises are formed from failures within rather than accidents without.

So many words get lost. They leave the mouthand lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days you can hear their chorus rushing past.

The only fight should be the fight of faith. Full force of enduring to the end of life.

The time of solitude is actually an opportunity to make time work for you.

I believe we all have one address and that is Earth.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.

Happiness is a sad song.

Hang on to your eccentricities, because they will give you a style.

The first step in healing is to put the focus on what's alive now, not what happened in the past.

If I was in a horrorfilm I’d die first, because I would have no idea what’s going on.

In this way, history now inscribes itself in real time, in the 'live', in the realm of interactivity. Consequently, history no longer resides in the extension of territory.

I did not get on the bus to get arrested. I got on the bus to go home.