Sometimes it is a relief to be invisible

When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.

And I thought about the color and I realized what blue it was. It was the soft and changeable, essential blue of a well-worn pair of pants. Pants = Love

I hated motorcycles. I said to my mother, 'I'll never get a motorcycle.' And she said, 'You never know what you'll want when you are older.' After that, the thing that scared me was not so much the motorcycle itself, but that I could turn into a person who would want one. I was scared of the idea that I could become an entirely different person, a stranger to myself.

Forget Jack, I'm in love with the cold, dirt floor.

To write a story, I think you really have to open yourself up to the world.

We forgive and forget. At least I forgive and he forgets.