...and it's ridiculous that anyone would praise a child for standing with arms spread out on a wooden cross, as if she were Jesus's dead sister wearing a checkerboard tablecloth.

I now lived in an invisible place made of my own dwindling breath, and because no one else could see it, they could not yank me out of it.

Our love would be solace, companionship, and the mending of wounds.

It felt like all the truth got whitewashed with fake happiness, " she said, "only it was not happy and it was worse than fake. It was dangerous

The best life you can have as you get into old age is good food, good teeth to eat it with, and few worries when you go to bed at night.

Instead of bracing yourself for the perils of the unknown, embrace the joy that is here, in your present moment.

When I was just five years old, I loved the scary layer and the symbolical power of the red cloak. I made my mom make me that red cloak, and I had to wear it on Halloween, two years in a row.

And I know what confidence medals can bring.

Museums are custodians of epiphanies, and these epiphanies enter the central nervous system and deep recesses of the mind.

I dream of an art of balance, of quietness, something analogous to a good armchair.

Our memory is a monster; you forget it - it does not.

Don't pretend that you can just be oblivious to politics. You can't. What you never do is break your personal code. Have a code and keep it. You should never compromise what your priorities are.

For precocity some great price is always demanded sooner or later in life.

I'm not running, I'm not planning on running, and I've got nothing new on that story.

As you do your work, you discover what you love to do.