Please be truthful, but also please be benevolent, please.

Words are capable of making experience more vivid, and also of organizing it. They can scare us, and they can comfort us.

It would be possible, in theory, for life and art to be reversed.

What? she said once to herself, and then once aloud, What? She felt a total displacement, like a spinning globe brought to a sudden halt by the light touch of a finger. How did she end up here, like this? How could there have been so much - so many moments, so many people and things, so many razors and pillows, timepieces and subtle coffins - without her being aware? How did her life live itself without her?

Everything is to protect you. I exist in case you need to be protected.

She was not crying Which surprised me very much But I understand now That she had found places For her melancholy That were behind more masks Than only her eyes

It's a good rule of thumb, it seems to me: if you're not allowed to see where something comes from, don't put it in your mouth.