Words are good for saying what things are, but sometimes they don't function for what things aren't.

The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own.

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.

We have to listen to other people's stories. That's the thing. And that's the only way that we eventually get to know ourselves.

Sometimes thinking back on things is a mistake arising out of pride, but I guess you live inside a moment for years, move with it and feel it grow, and it sends out roots until it touches everything in sight.

Things in life have no real beginning, though our stories about them always do.

I am of the opinion, and even more so the older I get, that it is more difficult to have hope than it is to despair. And I mean this in the sense that in order to have hope you must acknowledge the despair and then you have to get beyond it. Taken from a radio interview given on BBC Radio 4's Open Book