Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn't, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.

I didn't know there was something really wrong, because everyone was crazy. It's just that everyone else was still functional. I didn't realize that I was any worse off.

At least you know where you are with blood. At least other people can see it.

I still believe that you truly find yourself not in travel, but in other human souls.

If killing yourself is not an option anymore, you have to sink into the darkness instead, and make something out of it.

It took a long time, but my heart now feels full when I think of him. When you fall in love again—which I have—it's funny the other things that come back in with that open-ness. You have this ghost chorus of the lovers who came before, but they're benign now, they're good spirits.

But I saw the pain and sadness in everything, and swirled it round my mouth like a fine wine.