Work is most fulfilling when you're at the comfortable, exciting edge of not quite knowing what you are doing.

A danger of travel is that we see things at the wrong time, before we have had a chance to build up the necessary receptivity and when new information is therefore as useless and fugitive as necklace beads without a connecting chain.

Forgiveness requires a sense that bad behaviour is a sign of suffering rather than malice.

Writing isn’t a career choice. It’s self-medication that over time precipitates the madness it was meant to ward off.

Let death find us as we are building up our matchstick protests against its waves.

As we write, so we build: to keep a record of what matters to us.

We fall in love because we long to escape from ourselves with someone as beautiful, intelligent, and witty as we are ugly, stupid, and dull. But what if such a perfect being should one day turn around and decide they will love us back? We can only be somewhat shocked-how can they be as wonderful as we had hoped when they have the bad taste to approve of someone like us?