Language is the instrument in all cases and can language be trusted?If it were not for language, could we lie?

The body can't distinguish between cleansing and punishing for the body is ignorant, and mute besides.

I work very slowly. It's like building a ladder, where you're building your own ladder rung by rung, and you're climbing the ladder. It's not the best way to build a ladder, but I don't know any other way.

I had forgotten that time wasn't fixed like concrete but in fact was fluid as sand, or water. I had forgotten that even misery can end.

I would suggest the widow do things the husband used to do, so he seems to be there with you. You will feel like just going to bed. It's so wonderful, going to bed.

Ambitious, absorbing, and poignantly moving.

Love commingled with hate is more powerful than love. Or hate.