Your dad didn't die, so I won't be able to explain it to you.

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.

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

The hardest part of writing is not to get the ideas but to remember, why it is important to get them.

The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering.

I didn't feel empty. I wished I'd felt empty. ... I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone.

It can be challenge enough to have to eat with myself.