The person we know at first, she thinks, is not the one we know at last.

The world spins. We stumble on. It is enough.

I write about what I know; and I write about things that are new to me, and that I didn't know before.

The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own.

Long ago, long ago. The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward.

There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water - it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream.

There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.

We have to admire the world for not ending on us.

It was a silence that heard itself, awful and beautiful.

Give life long enough and it will solve all your problems, including the one of being alive.

Even if people laughed at the notion of goodness, if they found it sentimental, or nostalgic, it didn't matter -- it was none of those things, he said, and it had to be fought for.

There's nothing more aggravating in the world than the midnight sniffling of the person you've decided to hate.

The words aren't enough every time. Actions speak much more.

Ignorance and fear are twins whose mother is slavery and whose father is oppression, and the mentality of the whole family is that of slaves.

I have the biggest hair in the world - and that's official!

The death of the self lies in the life of the heart

I am me, whatever that means. I am conscious.

I have seen so many eruptions in the last 20 years that I don't care if I die tomorrow.

The fear of health care changing is beyond belief. Like there's a way to make the system worse. Really?

The Communists, following Hegel, speak of humanity and its future as of some monolithic individuality. I was attacking this illusion.

When you're feeling lonely and no one is around Remember to look inside yourself and a best friend will be found