When I read biographies, I skip the first thirty pages about the childhood because it doesn't seem interesting to me.

There is the hidden presence of others in us, even those we have known briefly. We contain them for the rest of our lives, at every border that we cross.

Love is so small it can tear itself through the eye of a needle

What began it all was the bright bone of a dream I could hardly hold onto.

A man in a desert can hold absence in his cupped hands, knowing it is something that feeds him more than water.

all this Beethoven and rain

You have to protect yourself from sadness. Sadness is very close to hate. Let me tell you this. This is the thing I learned. If you take in someone else's poison – thinking you can cure them by sharing it – you will instead store it within you. Those men in the desert were smarter than you. They assumed he could be useful. So they saved him, but when he was no longer useful they left him.