The first horror is there's horror. The second is you accommodate it.

Every present anger derives from past weakness.

Coffee justifies the existence of the word 'aroma'.

One develops an instinct for letting silence do the heavy lifting. In the three, four, five seconds that passed without either of us speaking, the many ways the conversation could go came and went like time-lapse film of flowers blooming and dying.

When you're a kid it's people's cruelty that makes you cry, then when you're an adult it's their kindness.

Snow makes cities innocent again, reveals the frailty of the human gesture against the void.

Pain revealed the paltry dimensions of love. The paltry dimensions of everything, in fact, except pain.