For years, I kept a Post-it note above my desk. WORK NOT LOVE! was what it said. It seemed a sturdier kind of happiness.

I had thought loving two people so much would straighten it.

A thought experiment courtesy of the Stoics. If you are tired of everything you possess, imagine that you have lost all these things.

The reason to have a home is to keep certain people in and everyone else out.

To live in a city is to be forever flinching.

Some women make it look so easy, the way they cast ambition off like an expensive coat that no longer fits.

When God is a father, he is said to be elsewhere. When God is a mother, she is said to be everywhere.