What do babies dream of? She must be dreaming of the before-life, just as I dream of the afterlife.

We are lying to ourselves and to each other. Lying about what? I don't care if we're lying. I am a bad person. I don't care. I don't care what you are.

My boots were so heavy that I was glad there was a column beneath us. How could such a lonely person have been living so close to me my whole life? If I had known, I would have gone up to keep him company.

The books could be completely worthless, and things we don't even read now could be considered the most important books.

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

My greatest fear is feeling like a professional novelist. Somebody who creates characters, who sits down and has pieces of paper taped to the wall - what's going to happen in this scene, or this act. What I like is for it to be a much more scary, sloppy reflection of who I am.

I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.