She looks up at me, still rocking. “Henry . . . why did me decide to do this again?” “Supposedly when it’s over they hand you a baby and let you keep it.” “Oh yeah.” --Wednesday, September 5, 2001

When the woman you live with is an artist, every day is a surprise.

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.

Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?

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

My apartment is basically a couch, an armchair, and about four thousand books.

The engagement ring is an emerald, and the dim light from the window is refracted green and white in it. The rings are silver, and they need cleaning. They need wearing, and I know just the girl to wear them.