The French, who love their dogs, sometimes eat their horses. The Spanish, who love their horses, sometimes eat their cows. The Indians, who love their cows, sometimes eat their dogs.

If nothing matters, there's nothing to save.

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.

Only now do I understand the war against boredom, the lost cause of empty hours, of empty days and nights.

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

I didn't feel empty. I wished I'd felt empty. ... I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone.

When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.