You can give words, but you can't take them. And when words are given, that is when they are shared. We remember what that was like. Words so real they were almost tangible. There are conversations you remember, for certain. But more than that, there is the sensation of conversation. You will remember that, even when the precise words begin to blur.

no matter how happy we are, no matter how much we want our night to stretch out infinitely, sleep is inevitable.

It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it's lonely, because you feel you can't talk about it. You feel it's something between you and the body. You feel it's a battle you will never win . . . and yet you fight it day after day, and it wears you down. Even if you try to ignore it, the energy it takes to ignore it will exhaust you.

There is no such thing as no choice. There is always a choice. The only question is whether it's a bearable one.

I think of friendship in terms of love.

Sorry to be so cynical, but this is New York

I'm swimming in your cadences that you permeate my very language.