The journey is not linear, it is always back and forth, denying the calendar, the wrinkles and lines of the body.

It's not the one thing nor the other that leads to madness, but the space in between.

It’s better to think of my life like that— part miracle, part madness. It’s better if I accept that I can’t control any of the things that matter. My life is a trail of shipwrecks and set-sails. There are no arrivals, no destinations; there are only sandbanks and shipwreck; then another boat, another tide.

The best language is always found in books because it's considered. It's a high language. Sometimes, it is complex and difficult. It's empowering and offers a way to speak about yourself that you don't have if all you are doing is reading the newspaper and watching TV.

August. We were arguing. You want love to be like this every day don't you? 92 degrees even in the shade.

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.

But not all dark places need light, I have to remember that.