I wasn’t trying to invent better and better homes, but to show her that homes didn’t matter, we could live in any home, in any city, in any country, in any century, and be happy, as if the world were just what we lived in.

She was not crying Which surprised me very much But I understand now That she had found places For her melancholy That were behind more masks Than only her eyes

But come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.

I felt suddenly shy. I was not used to shy. I was used to shame. Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want. Shame is when you turn your head away from something you do not want.

Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.

I always write out of a need to read something, rather than a need to write something.

I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it?