Yes, the past is another country, but one that we can visit, and once there we can bring back the things we need.

Why is the measure of love loss?

The pain is when the dreams change, as they do, as they must.

I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had.

We bury things so deep we no longer remember there was anything to bury. Our bodies remember. Our neurotic states remember. But we don't.

In that house, you will find my heart. You must break in, Henri, and get it back for me.' Was she mad? We had been talking figuratively. Her heart was in her body like mine. I tried to explain this to her, but she took my hand and put it against her chest. Feel for yourself.

I go on writing so that I will always have something to read.