I can't stand family secrets. I think they're such a toxic thing and they always leak out.

I've discovered that, in order for life to go on, you have to believe in necessary fantasies such as what you think is going to happen next week will actually happen, the people who are alive right now will be alive next week.

One of the rather unedifying truths about grief is it does block out more or less everything. It has a solipsistic quality to it.

For most of my life I have known how to control my feelings. If you can control your feelings, you can pretty much control your whole world. It's amazingly effective.

I can't stand family secrets. I think they're such a toxic thing and they always leak out.

Trying to defend religion by invoking science is like claiming that three plus four equals ice cream.

I flattered myself that I was rather empathetic, that I had rather good imaginative empathy. I've realized now that that was a complete self-delusion and that I didn't really have any comprehension of what it was like to see your entire life go catastrophically wrong in a matter of moments.