This life is but the childhood of our immortality.

What could be lonelier than trying to communicate?

Its always been my tendency to lie to doctors, as if good health consisted only of the ability to fool them.

There was a part of her she hadn’t yet allowed to be born because it was too beautiful for this place

She had nothing in this world but her two hands and her crazy love for Jesus, who seemed, for his part, never to have heard of her.

We’d torn open our chests and shown our cowardly hearts, and you can never stay friends after something like that

You're under pressure when you produce facts. You're working with facts in journalism, but you're under all kinds of formal constraints; there are expectations.