Life is just this way, broken, and I am crazy to hope for something else.

I wish there were a class where we could just keep going around the circle. around and around, until we had finally said everything about ourselves.

He seemed to be waiting for me to move forward. Weren't we all.

That is my problem with life, I rush through it, like I'm being chased. Even things whose whole point is slowness, like drinking relaxing tea. When I drink relaxing tea I suck it down as if I'm in a contest for who can drink relaxing tea the quickest.

I eat an egg every morning, and when I'm done, I almost always have the thought: There. Now even if I'm captured and starved, I'll be able to live off the protein of that egg for a while.

Life is just this way, broken, and I am crazy to hope for something else.

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