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

Sometimes one simply wants to disappear.

Just to be a functioning adult in the world, we develop all of these layers of protection. When we see homeless people, we don't cry, even though homeless people probably deserve our tears - you know, it's a horrible thing.

We spent our lives making livings.

She wrote, I wish I could be a girl again, with a chance to live my life again. I have suffered so much more than I needed to. And the joys I have felt have not always been joyous. I could have lived differently.

She was with me. She did all of those things and so many more, things I would never tell anyone, and she never even loved me. Now that’s love.

A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don't know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.