What keeps you going isn't some fine destination but just the road you're on, and the fact that you know how to drive.

It's one thing to carry your life wherever you go. Another thing to always go looking for it somewhere else.

It occurs to her that there is one thing about people you can never understand well enough: how entirely inside themselves they are.

The things I carry closest to my heart are things I can't own.

Solitude is a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot, a tug of impalpable thread on the web pulling mate to mate and predator to prey, a beginning or an end. Every choice is a world made new for the chosen.

The most important thing about a person is always the thing you don't know.

The changes we dread most may contain our salvation.