I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn't have to invent a thing.

In the water I saw my father's face, and that face saw the face of its father, and so on, and so on, reflecting backward to the beginning of time, to the face of God, in whose image we were created.

"My insides don't match up with my outsides." "Do anyone's inside and outsides match up?" "I don't know. I'm only me." "Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and the outside."

...and when is enough proof enough?

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.

How beautiful is forgetting! What relief it would be for the world to lose some of its contents.