Nobody knows anything about Shakespeare the person. It's all legend, it is all rumor.

What can i tell you about the choices we make? Fate reads like the polar opposite of decision, and so much of life reads like fate.

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

Everyone who tells a story tells it differently, just to remind us that everybody sees it differently. Some people say there are true things to be found, some people say all kinds of things can be proved. I don't believe them. The only thing for certain is how complicated it all is, like string full of knots. It's all there but hard to find the beginning and impossible to fathom the end. The best you can do is admire the cat's cradle, and maybe knot it up a bit more.

We are lucky, even the worst of us, for daylight comes.

I don't own my emotions unless I can think about them. I am not afraid of feeling but I am afraid of feeling unthinkingly. I don't want to drown. My head is my heart's lifebelt.

Our own front door can be a wonderful thing, or a sight we dread; rarely is it only a door.