So. Monday. We meet again.We will never be friends—but maybe we can move past our mutual enmity toward a more-positive partnership.

what it is is the memory of a dance a song you heard long ago to hear it is to be young again and for once for once you are happy

They’d come for you, and this time they’d come with we

don’t tell me not to drink. not to smoke. not to grieve. if i speak of these things it’s because i have to— but i am not speaking to you.

But it turns out Joy is a house built from the same bricks as Sorrow. Pleasure is a poem, and it uses the same words as Pain.

people say life is

The second day, I watched you suffer through one of your nightmares, but this one was worse than I’d seen before. You called out another man’s name.

I watched you roll off me and step away from the bed in silence, but when the heat of your body was gone, I wanted it back.

I wanted to take your hand into mine and kiss it.I never dared.

The best sci-fi stories use the fantastical to remind us of the reality of who we are today, the hope of who we may become tomorrow, and the shame of who we were yesterday.

Not your distress. Never that. I loved— I loved being there. Next to you. The pile of limbs that was Us. Together in the same bed. Even if it meant waking up with a few new bruises.

How do you catch a beautiful bird without killing it? By becoming the sky.

There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words. Your thought, even a bad one, while it is with you, is always more profound, but in words it is more ridiculous and dishonorable.

The home is where part of the family waits until the others are through with the car.

Moving. Someone said this to me a long time ago, it's bhuddist saying, I think: 'There is no wasted effort'.

People used to wear ordinary clothes weekdays, and formal attire on Sunday. Today it is the exact reverse.

I've said goodbye to the overworked notion that architecture has to save the world.

He who is not a good servant will not be a good master.

Any sane person would have left long ago. But I cannot. I have my sons.

Only a ninja can stop a ninja.

Honesty consists of the unwillingness to lie to others; maturity, which is equally hard to attain, consists of the unwillingness to lie to oneself.