The question, I've come to think, is not what inspires one to change, but what inspires one to remain changed.

If the thrill of hunting were in the hunt, or even in the marksmanship, a camera would do just as well.

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

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

The sky slowly pulled up its blue dress to reveal night.

The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn't stop each other on the street to say I love you.

His voice was handsome and broken, like a cobblestone street.

To feel alone is to be alone.

Words are capable of making experience more vivid, and also of organizing it. They can scare us, and they can comfort us.

When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh. Increasingly, that tortured flesh is becoming our own.

It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us...on the inside, looking out.

Change--savor the cool, fresh flavor of it.

What is their real problem? Is it the fear or is it what they do after feeling it?

I'll never be known for my work with boundaries.

We only borrow the breaths we take in life. Every breath we borrow we give back, including our last. In the end, no matter how we lived, we all die feeling owed.

My personal feeling is that human beings have this incredible capacity for denial.

If the second marriage really succeeds, the first one didn't really fail.

Of course. My sadness has become a routine that no one notices anymore.

To be somebody, you must last.

I just talk, and I guess some of my views came out.

Confidence is everything. If you start second guessing yourself, you're bound to run into more bad outings