These little daily choices that we're so used to thinking are irrelevant are the most important thing we do all day long.

I dreamt four nights ago of clock hands descending from the universe like rain, of the moon as a green eye, of mirrors and insects, of a love that never withdrew. It was not the feeling of completeness that I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.

In the end, everyone loses everyone. There was no invention to get around that, and so I felt, that night, like the turtle that everything else in the universe was on top of.

The Eskimos have four hundred words for snow, and the Jewshave four hundred for schmuck.

They learned to hate her unknowability, her untouchability, the collage of her.

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

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.