Love comes like lightning, and disappears the same way. If you are lucky, it strikes you right. If not, you'll spend your life yearning for a man you can't have.

Fennel, which is the spice for Wednesdays, the day of averages, of middle-aged people. . . . Fennel . . . smelling of changes to come.

Your childhood hunger is the one that never leaves you.

the darkness is a cresting wave. It sweeps me up out of my body until I float among the stars, those tine bright pores on the sky's skin. If only I could pass through them, I would end up on the other side, the right side, shadowless, perfectly illuminated, beyond the worries of this mundane world

A problem becomes a problem only if you believe it to be so. And often others see you as you see yourself.

The dream is not a drug but a way. Listen to where it can take you.

I guess there's a lot we hope for that never happens.