We are being very nomadic with the truth, yes?

It took me as long as I had known him to get rid of all of his words. Like turning an hourglass over.

I feel too much. That's what's going on.' 'Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways?' 'My insides don't match up with my outsides.' 'Do anyone's insides 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 outside.' 'But it's worse for me.' 'I wonder if everyone thinks it's worse for him.' 'Probably. But it really is worse for me.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.

When you look up 'hilarious' in the dictionary, there's a picture of you.

Silently the animal catches our glance. The animal looks at us, and whether we look away (from the animal, our plate, our concern, ourselves) or not, we are exposed. Whether we change our lives or do nothing, we have responded. To do nothing is to do something

I have no need for the past, I thought, like a child. I did not consider that the past might have a need for me.