One look at each other and it was immediately understood that they both needed a clean slate,,, The obliteration of memory.

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

Memory has a heavy backspin, yet it’s still impossible to land exactly where we took off.

People think they know the mystery of living in your skin. They don't. There's no one who knows except the person who carts it around her own self.

...it was necessary to love silence, but before you could love silence you had to have noise.

I want the younger writer to know that she or he is meaningful, that what they have to say is powerful in this world. But they can't come indoors, they can't close the curtains, they can't, like, lock themselves away from the world and say nothing.

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