The cemetery has ... an inscription: 'Though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death I will Fear No Evil, For Thou Art With Me.' Yes, it does feel deceptively safer with two; but Thou is a slippery character. Every Thou I've known has had a way of going missing.

A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.

The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.

Perhaps its not the world that is soundless but we who are deaf.

I hate to break this to you: One of these days I'm going to die. I expect that when I croak I'll no longer be using Twitter, unless I can do it from the grave.

She knows herself to be at the mercy of events, and she knows by now that events have no mercy.

The moment of betrayal is the worst, the moment when you know beyond any doubt that you've been betrayed: that some other human being has wished you that much evil