I found powerful the idea that everything we have is, in effect, stolen from everybody else.

How do you forget something? You just walk away from it, those who are still alive. There are so few clearings in our hearts and minds, so few places where something can't grow on top of whatever happened to us before, and this is love too.

Take back the smile and the night, take it all back, I wish I could.

For Beatrice- My love for you shall live forever. You, however, did not.

I was not a particularly brave child, I think, because I had a narrative mind, because my mind automatically went to any terrible thing that could happen.

Don’t repeat yourself. It’s not only repetitive, it’s redundant, and people have heard it before.

Everybody will die, but very few people want to be reminded of that fact.