When he asked if he was mine, tears in his eyes, I think he knew what he would do, what he would have to do, and he was mourning us. He was mourning us the whole time.

Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn't, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.

But I saw the pain and sadness in everything, and swirled it round my mouth like a fine wine.

I'm in love with someone good and kind and gentle, and he's seen the darkness too, but somehow we've become each other's light.

If killing yourself is not an option anymore, you have to sink into the darkness instead, and make something out of it.

I'm not crazy or dangerous, just a bit eccentric and lonely.

When he kisses me, I cry. I explain it's not because I wish he were someone else, it's because it's such a shock to the system to be desired after feeling so completely abandoned.

No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around.

Of course he freaked me out. Of course it's nothing to do with me. But none of that matters. He loved me and now he doesn't. I was everything to him and now I am nothing.

I think I've lost my faith and I can't stop writingbecause I don't know howmuch longer I can hold on.

The goal was to get sane, to get whole, to be complete enough to support someone else.

I am the cause of all my upsets. I am my worst enemy.

The essential thing is the formation of the political will of the nation: that is the starting point for political action.

To lose your temper is only useful once a year.

I am comfortable in the uncomfortable.

I was born in Belgium. I went to school in England and in Switzerland, then I came to America, so I really feel like I am a citizen of the world.

Within the universe there is a pure light. It is a light that is beyond all darkness. It does not give way to anything. It is the light of existence, the dharmakaya.

Real choice is clear information and the right to walk away from a bad deal without leaving your wallet behind.

The web: yet another total disorientation that becomes status quo without anyone realizing it.

Mathematics has given economics rigor, but alas, also mortis.

We imagine that waking-life is real and that dream-life is unreal, but there does not seem to be any evidence for this belief.