Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn't have to invent a thing.
Fiction works when it makes a reader feel something strongly.
I never confused what I had with what I was.
The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering.
If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood, because there is nothing in music to understand.
I realized that your mother couldn't see the emptiness, she couldn't see anything...All of the words I'd written to her over all of those years, had I never said anything to hear at all?