To know who you are, you have to have a place to come from.

Love is a joint experience between two persons -- but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved.

She stood in front of the mirror a long time, and finally decided she either looked like a sap or else she looked very beautiful. One or the other.

I think we look for the differences in people because it makes us less lonely.

The trouble with me is that for a long time I have just been an I person. All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.

I want - I want - I want - was all that she could think about - but just what this real want was she did not know.

There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.