I never had much interest in being a child. As a way of being it seemed flat, failed to engage.

Writing is always a way, for me, of coming to some sort of understanding that I can't reach otherwise.It forces you to think. It forces you to work the thing through. Nothing comes to us out of the blue, very easily.

I have not been the witness I wanted to be.

That no one dies of migraine seems, to someone deep into an attack, an ambiguous blessing.

Let me just be in the ground. Let me just be in the ground and go to sleep.

Nothing I read about grief seemed to exactly express the craziness of it; which was the interesting aspect of it to me - how really tenuous our sanity is.

To have that sense of one's intrinsic worth which constitutes self-respect is potentially to have everything.