We need enormous pockets, pockets big enough for our families and our friends, and even the people who aren't on our lists, people we've never met but still want to protect. We need pockets for boroughs and for cities, a pocket that could hold the universe.

Only someone who'd never been an animal would put up a sign saying not to feed them.

The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned.

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.

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

It’s much easier to be cruel than one might think.

He couldn't bear to live, but he couldn't bear to die. He couldn't bear the thought of he making love to someone else, but neither could he bear the absence of the thought. And as for the note, he couldn't bear to keep it, but he couldn't bear to destroy it either.