Love ruined people's lives, the way our parents said drugs could.

He was a man too busy to flush toilets.

I knew I would hate my best memory because it would prove that people could fake love or that love could end or worst of all, love was not powerful enough to change a life.

So many things that seemed crucial and excruciatingly hard ended and then didn't matter anymore, forever after

In every person's face, there is one place that seems to express them most accurately. With my grandmother, you always looked at her mouth.

We come into the world whole, all of us, but we don't know that, don't know that life will be taking large chunks out of us, forever.

Sometimes, a stage curtain parts and you see: life could be better if you had more. Usually, I think, we can get just as good a different way. But tricks, they do not always work.