And in the end, we were all just humans...Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade.

It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.

She looked at me and laughed pointlessly. Then she flounced over to the dog, kissed it with ecstasy, and swept into the kitchen, implying that a dozen chefs awaited her orders there.

For what it's worth, it's never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you're proud of and if you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start over.

A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about.

I want you to take a red-hot bath as hot as you can bear it, and just relax your nerves. You can read in the tub if you wish.