We break ourselves up into parts. To lie to ourselves, to hide things from ourselves. You are not you. You are not what you think you are. You are bigger than you think. More complicated than you think.

If I could be half the person my dog is, I'd be twice the human I am.

Time is a machine: it will convert your pain into experience... It will force you to move on and you will not have a choice in the matter.

You can only go to places that you will let yourself go.

All anyone is to anyone is a series of days.

I am transcribing a book that I have, in a sense, not yet written, and in another sense, have always written, and in another sense, am currently writing, and in another sense, am always writing, and in another sense, will never write.

All of her heart, a meaningless phrase, but correct and precise, too. She used her heart to love him, not her head, and not her words and not her thoughts or ideas or feelings or any other vehicle or object or device people use to deliver love or love-like things.