The real test of friendship is can you literally do nothing with the other person? Can you enjoy those moments of life that are utterly simple?

Life does not hurt nearly as much if we have learned to listen to ourselves and to recognize how fully and richly we are trying to tell ourselves the truth.

The future is religion and commerce, aphrodisiac and Benzedrine, a mother of mysterious comfort and a mistress of familiar ravishments ever on the verge of embracing or destroying us.

Can you enjoy those moments of life that are utterly simple.

The moment an individual can accept and forgive him or herself, even a little, is the moment in which he or she becomes to some degree lovable.

Is childhood ever long enough, or a happy time, or even a beautiful summer day? All of these carry the seeds of the same fierce mystery that we call death.

We not only romanticize the future; we have also made it into a growth industry, a parlor game and a disaster movie all at the same time.