It had never occurred to me before but everything in New York is built upon another thing, nothing is entirely by itself, each thing as strange as the last, and connected.

Pain is not wat you get, it is wat you give.

The essence of intelligence was to know when, or if, to expose even the heart's deep need for instruction.

I don't know of a greater privilege than being allowed to tell a story, or to listen to a story. They're the only thing we have that can trump life itself.

How inevitable it is; we step into an ordinary moment and never come out again.

Whatever you say, say nothing.

The person we know at first, she thinks, is not the one we know at last.