The pillow smells like the sunlight, a precious smell.

My priority is my books, at least at this point. What I have to do is write the narrative of this time.

Maybe working on the little things as dutifully and honestly as we can is how we stay sane when the world is falling apart.

Let the world move along as it pleased. If it had any business with him, it would be sure to tell him.

And everywhere, infinite options, infinite possibilities. An infinity, and at the same time, zero. We try to scoop it all up in our hands, and what we get is a handful of zero. That's the city

There’s nothing wrong with not looking like something. It just means you don’t fit the stereotype yet.

Most of the psychological differences between men and women seem to come from differences in their reproductive system