Love is the only thing - I don't want to say that "makes it bearable" - but I feel like without the possibility of love, this place would just devour us.

but back then, in those first days, I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.

In another universe I probably came out OK, ended up with mad novias and jobs and a sea of love in which to swim, but in this world I had a brother who was dying of cancer and a long dark patch of life like a mile of black ice waiting for me up ahead.

That’s life for you. All the happiness you gather to yourself, it will sweep away like it’s nothing. If you ask me I don’t think there are any such things as curses. I think there is only life. That’s enough.

And that's when I know it's over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it's the end.

The greatest myth of all is what America is. I think that America is such an incredibly dynamic place because of immigration.

What a surprise (we all know how tolerant the tolerant are).