Understanding' is merely the sum total of our misunderstandings.

It was a short one-paragraph item in the morning edition.

For some reason all the middle-aged women he knew were very efficient.

If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn't afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they're seventeen.

Most runners run not because they want to live longer, but because they want to live life to the fullest.

If you're in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark.

I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is I’m totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who’s lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I don’t know, and I give up thinking about it.