He was not in the house. He did not come back that night. Days went by, and at last she understood that he would not return at all.

It's funny how we like labels. If I ever have a bookstore, I'm not going to put any labels on the sections.

I sit quietly and think about my mom. It's funny how memory erodes, If all I had to work from were my childhood memories, my knowledge of my mother would be faded and soft, with a few sharp memories standing out.

He said something interesting: he said that he thinks there is only free will when you are in time, in the present. He says in the past we can only do what we did, and we can only be there if we were there.

I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by abscence?

It was silly, wasn't it? But the singing made it not silly.

Love the world and yourself in it, move through it as though it offers no resistance, as though the world is your natural element.