Since I’ve known you, you’ve been spinning and spinning and spinning into all these various personas, and none of this self-exploration and experimentation has given you a sense of peace. I’ve known you for six years, intimately for four, and I still have no idea who I’m in love with.

Prayers are answered in one of four ways,” she said. “Yes. No. I have something else in mind. And . . .” She paused long enough for my impatience to show. “And what’s the fourth answer?” “Wait,” she said.

I never understood the point of being sad when I could choose to be happy

When you say too much about anything important, it always ends up sounding more trivial than it is. Words trash it.

I'm in crisis. I'm about to bump with a five-foot chino-chicano.

We are perfect in our imperfection.

I don't know anything about anything. The only difference between then and now is this: I may know more than I used to but my wisdom pales in comparison to that which I have yet to learn