You are not your bank account, or your ambitiousness. You're not the cold clay lump with a big belly you leave behind when you die. You're not your collection of walking personality disorders. You are spirit, you are love.

This business of having been issued a body is deeply confusing... Bodies are so messy and disappointing.

Very few writers really know what they are doing until they have done it.

Some people seem to understand this - that life and change take time - but I am not one of those people.

Forgiveness means it finally becomes unimportant that you hit back.

When I was young, I used to be so jealous of other girls that it crippled me.

When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again.