Why do I write? It's not that I want people to think I am smart, or even that I am a good writer. I write because I want to end my loneliness.

What were we spending so much time doing if not getting to know each other?

He Wrote, Are you OK? I told him, My eyes are crummy. He wrote, But are you OK? I told him, That's a very complicated question. He wrote, That's a very simple answer. I asked, Are you OK? He wrote, Some mornings I wake up feeling grateful.

We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes.

As a writer, putting words on the page is how I pay attention.

She wanted nothing more than someone to miss, to touch, with whom to speak like a child, with whom to be a child.

It's so hard to express yourself.' I understand this.' I want to express myself.' The same is true for me.' I'm looking for my voice.' It's in your mouth.' I want to do something I'm not ashamed of.' Something you are proud of, yes?' Not even. I just don't want to be ashamed.