He: What’s the matter with you? Me: Nothing. Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they will say surprised in the way that they are forever surprised, "but there was nothing the matter with her.

It may be that you are settled in another place it may be that you are happy but the one who took your heart wields final power.

Language always betrays us, tells the truth when we want to lie, and dissolves into formlessness when we would most like to be precise.

Walls protect and walls limit. It is in the nature of walls that they should fall. That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet.

I would rather have regrets of excess than regrets of denial.

Slightest accidents open up new worlds.

Journalism encourages haste ... and haste is the enemy of art.