The flesh had infinity in it. I must know every inch by touch yet every inch renewed its mystery the instant my hand moved on. Delightful endless futility.

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

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

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.

I'm too conceited for therapy.

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

You love life because life's all there is.