You never know where you're going to find the same thoughts in another brain, but when it happens you know it right off, just like you were connected by a small electrical wire that suddenly glows red hot and sparks.

Every so often something shatters like ice and we are in the river of our existence. We are aware.

There are people who are always, I think, going to remain people of the book, to use another author's title, but people of the book, who really must be around.

If, as I suspect, my body survives by uttering itself over and over again, then I have some questions. If [I] am one word, so are my daughters, so are all of us in strings and loops. Each life is one short word slowly uttered.

Don't read anything except what destroys the insulation between yourself and your experience.

To love another another human in all of her splendor and imperfect perfection , it is a magnificent task...tremendous and foolish and human.

You see I thought love got easier over the years so it didn't hurt so bad when it hurt, or feel so good when it felt good. I thought it smoothed out and old people hardly noticed it. I thought it curled up and died, I guess. Now I saw it rear up like a whip and lash.