As lives go, I'll take the quietly desperate over the radically bipolar.

For me, the hero’s journey is not the voyage from weakness to strength. The true hero’s journey is the voyage from strength to weakness.

Congratulations! You're a woman. Now die.

But you want to see shapes; you want to see stories, so you pick them out of the sky.

Long week. Long month. Long life.

I had a moral opposition to eating before dawn on the grounds that I was not a nineteenth-century Russian peasant fortifying myself for a day in the fields.

Think for one minute of those who have loved you up into this day.