What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.

Longing on a large scale makes history.

It is so much simpler to bury reality than it is to dispose of dreams

People think about who they are in the stillest hour of the night. I carry this thought, the child's mystery and terror of this thought, I feel this immensity in my soul every second of my life.

Maybe when we die, the first thing we'll say is 'I know this feeling. I was here before'.

He wanted paper and something to write with, some way to sustain a thought, to place it in the world.

Doesn't seem quite real. It's not meaningful. I can't quite imagine myself being 73. That's the age my father was! [Laughter.] How can I be his age? It's weird.