The mistakes I've made are dead to me. But I can't take back the things I never did.

Also, I designed a pretty fascinating bracelet, where you put a rubber band around your favorite book of poems for a year, and then you take it off and wear it.

Something having been done just about everywhere just about always is no kind of justification for doing it now.

I wanted to hit him. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to shout myself into his ear.

We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.

I started carrying blank books like this one around, which I would fill with all the things I couldn't say.

I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, and I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only person in the world, then, who never becomes sad. Perhaps I am lucky.