The more you defend a lie, the angrier you become.

What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?

The truth is, when our mothers held us, rocked us, stroked our heads -none of us ever got enough of that. We all yearn in some way to return to those days when we were completely taken care of - unconditional love, unconditional attention. Most of us didn't get enough.

At that moment i felt lonelier than i'd ever felt before, and that loneliness seemed to squat in my lungs and crush all but my most minimal breathing. There was nothing left to say. Not about this. Not about anything.

once we began to chime the hour, we lost the ability to be satisfied

If you really could fit God in a file, you wouldn't need to believe in God, you know, you'd just go get the file like a box of corn flakes off the shelf.

A child embarrassed by his mother,” she said, “is just a child who hasn’t lived long enough.