I've never seen any life transformation that didn't begin with the person in question finally getting tired of their own bullshit.

If you want to know the world, sometimes you have to get out and roll around.

Whatever this feeling is - this is what I have been praying for. And this is also what I have been praying to.

I'm an enormous product of my century, I'm a product of my upbringing. I was not aware of the fact that I was entering marriage with the highest set of expectations that humans have ever brought to the institution. It was really good to find that out. It doesn't have to be the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end, the moon and the stars - it can just be the moon. It's enough that it just can be what it is.

This person had arrived, he had illuminated her, he had ensorcelled her with notions of miracle and beauty, he had both understood and misunderstood her, he had married her, he had broken her heart, he had looked upon her with those sad and hopeless eyes, he had accepted his banishment, and now he was gone. What a stark and stunning thing was life- that such a cataclysm can enter and depart so quickly, and leave such wreckage behind!

So now I have started living my own life. Imperfect and clumsy as it may look, it is resembling me now, thoroughly.

too many maniacs not enough michelangelos