I cried in English, I cried in french, I cried in all the languages, because tears are the same all around the world.

I realize that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.

When she saw my messy desk, she said she was the same way, and there was no dust on the TV, and I was easy to love. People just need a little help because they are so used to not loving. It's like scoring the clay to make another piece of clay stick to it.

We come from long lines of people destined never to meet.

That's the artist's job, really: continually setting yourself free, and giving yourself new options and new ways of thinking about things.

This person realizes that staying home means blowing off everyone this person has ever known. But the desire to stay in is very strong. This person wants to run a bath and then read in bed.

She never inquired, but she never recoiled, either. This is a quality that I look for in a person, not recoiling.