What if we gave fifty percent of our discretionary budget to the world’s poor and then counted on the moral power of that action to protect us?

Grief, as I read somewhere once, is a lazy Susan. One day it is heavy and underwater, and the next day it spins and stops at loud and rageful, and the next day at wounded keening, and the next day numbness, silence.

I am skittish about relationships, as most of the marriages I've seen up close have been ruinous for one or both parties.

I don't think anything is the opposite of love.

Writing is about hypnotizing yourself into believing in yourself, getting some work done, then unhypnotizing yourself and going over the material coldly.

Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor.

[S]he believed that the Buddhists were right–that if you want, you will suffer; if you love, you will grieve. (68)