Every house we have lived in, every building to which our hands have lent their work, belongs to us by virtue of love or of regret.

There are places one comes home to that one has never been to.

Food is my drug of choice.

it's perfectly possible to hate one's fat and to love one's body at the same time.

What you desire you call into being.

my love of water ... is mingled with and almost indistinguishable from a fear of water (I can float in a vertical position - I enter a fugue state - but I cannot bear to bury my face in water).

Unhappiness makes beggars or accountants of us all.