If the present is really all we have, then the present lasts forever.

All freedom comes from discipline.

by then I'd figured out the gift of failure, which is that it breaks through all that held breath and isometric tension about needing to look good: it's the gift of feeling floppier.

I understood that the man I was calling for could never ever come back. Because I understood that the man that I was calling for was dead.

In fact, not forgiving is like drinking rat poison and then waiting for the rat to die.

There is nothing as sweet as a comeback, when you are down and out, about to lose, and out of time.

And she is going to dance, dance hungry, dance full, dance each cold astonishing moment, now when she is young and again when she is old.