I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.

Don't eat anything you aren't prepared to kill. Don't kill anything you aren't prepared to eat.

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

The story as told in The Odyssey doesn't hold water. There are too many inconsistencies.

Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth.

The temptation is to stay inside; to subside into the kind of recluse whom neighborhood children regard with derision and little awe; to let the hedges and weeds grow up, to allow the doors to rust shut, to lie on my bed in some gown-shaped garment and let my hair lengthens and spread out over the pillow and my fingernails to sprout into claws, while candle wax drips onto the carpet. But long ago I made a choice between classicism and romanticism. I prefer to be upright and contained—an urn in daylight.

You can mean more than one. You can mean thousands. I'm not in any immediate danger, I'll say to you. I'll pretend you can hear me. But it's no good, because I know you can't.