Capitalism has resulted in material well-being but spiritual bankruptcy.

I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sku was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.

There is a small window of opportunity for freckled girls to tan.

I'm constantly having doubts and moments of depression and then excitement and then back into the slough of despond.

What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets." (...) "Obviously, Doctor," she said, "you've never been a thirteen-year-old girl.

What if you had faith and performed good works, what if you died and went to heaven, and what if all the people you met there were people you didn't like?

The mind self-edits. The mind airbrushes. It's a different thing to be inside a body than outside. From outside, you can look, inspect, compare. From inside there is no comparison.