As a child I made a pact with my mother. I agreed that we were doomed, that she and I abided together in a cocoon of melancholy.

Maybe all spirits flew to Paris, not only French ones. Could you haunt a place you'd never been?

The problem with being a modern woman, I thought, as the front door swung wide, is that you have to pretend to be stronger than you are.

You’ll see, there are a million ways to kill off the soft parts of yourself.

I think unknowing is the most important theological idea for me. Unlearning the things you think you know.

I always think to myself, being human, having crushes now, what is it about that person that I really want? What do they represent? More freedom? Someone to care for me more? It's never really about the person.

I knew people want most what they pretend to hate, that it takes courage to say what you really want.