I don't think that most women have to prove that they're real women. You live long enough, you graduate to being real.

There is no weather in malls.

When you’re in love you don’t have to do a damn thing. You can just be. You can just stay quiet in the world. You don’t have to move an inch.

You are a real find and you keep me satisfied, up to a point. After all, I'm a malcontent and you can't change that.

Literature is not an instruction manual.

In truth, there are only two realities: the one for people who are in love or love each other, and the one for people who are standing outside all that.

In February, the overcast sky isn’t gloomy so much as neutral and vague. It’s a significant factor in the common experience of depression among the locals. The snow crunches under your boots and clings to your trousers, to the cuffs, and once you’re inside, the snow clings to you psyche, and eventually you have to go to the doctor. The past soaks into you in this weather because the present is missing almost entirely.