memories fall apart too.

I love being in cities with lots of other people, because I'm reminded that there are billions of people like me, and we are each stuck inside of our minds, feverishly trying to crawl out to make connections with other people.

Most loves don't last. But some do.

This was the first time in my life that so many things would never happen again.

I don't decide where I live. My wife decides. She's a curator of contemporary art, and she works at an art museum, so we go wherever she has a job. All basements look the same, so I can write from whatever basement I happen to be living in.

I'm so proud of you that it makes me proud of me. I hope you know that.

He wanted to draw out the moment before the moment- because as good as kissing feels, nothing feels as good as the anticipation of it.