What was the point in such loneliness among people. At least if you were by yourself, you had a good reason to be lonely.

It's such a liability to love another person.

It's not that he was going nowhere, it's that he'd already arrived.

He reminded me of someone who put your fingers in the door and smiled and talked to you while he smashed them.

Being in the library is so addictive for me that I really have to exercise self-control so I can get some writing done at home.

And if there is no god? You act as if there is, and it's the same thing.

What can she possibly teach you, twenty seven names for tears?