When you fall in love, the natural thing to do is give yourself to it.

Between a high, solid wall and an egg that breaks against it, I will always stand on the side of the egg.

Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.

Don't you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some place where you don't know a soul?

I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing.

It was a small room with dim light coming in the window, reminiscent of old Polish films.

I used to run a full marathon in three hours and 25 or 26 minutes. Not any more.