Anger is its own excuse and its own reward.

It's unimaginable to me that I wouldn't write, but it's very imaginable that I won't write for a little while.

Didn't I say I'd always be your same stars? If you get to missing me, just look up.

Anger is its own excuse and its own reward.

I think that sometimes the great changes in our lives, the ones that divide time, happen so deep down and silently that we don't even know when they occur......It frequently happens that the seasons of the greatest change are the times that feel the most tranquil, the most suspended, the most...timeless.

I felt tears sting into my eyes, and took a deep swallow of the first champagne I had ever tasted, remembering that I had read somewhere that the monk who invented it said, on first tasting it, 'It is like drinking stars'.

I could run nearly naked on a hot, windy beach and plunge without care into a running diamond sea; roll on the sand and fling my arms wide to the sun and still be what I was...young.