She was a large, disordered woman, like a child's drawing that didn't stay within the lines.

I think it is important to remind people of the extent of our free will.

One of the reasons that art is important to me is sometimes it actually feels more coherent than life. It orders the chaos.

If love were endless, if it were on tap, it wouldn't hit us the way it does. And we certainly wouldn't write about it.

Added to their loveliness was a new mysterious suffering, perfectly silent, visible in the blue puffiness beneath their eyes or the way they would sometimes stop in mid-stride, look down, and shake their heads as though disagreeing with life.

We Greeks are a moody people. Suicide makes sense to us. Putting up Christmas lights after your own daughter does it--that makes no sense. What my yia yia could never understand about America was why everyone pretended to be happy all the time.” -Mrs. Karafilis

Biology gives you a brain. Life turns it into a mind.