When it's in a book I don't think it'll hurt any more ...exist any more. One of the things writing does is wipe things out. Replace them.

Oh, how good it is to be with someone, sometimes.

I have never waited for anything the way I've waited for today, when nothing will happen.

Alcohol doesn't console, it doesn't fill up anyone's psychological gaps, all it replaces is the lack of God.

When the past is recaptured by the imagination, breath is put back into life.

She says people ought to learn to live like them, with the body abandoned in a wilderness, and in the mind the memory of a single kiss, a single word, a single look to stand for a whole love.

I acquired that drinker's face before I drank. Drink only confirmed it. The space for it existed in me.