He died alone because he was too embarrassed to phone anyone.

Part of me is made of glass, and also, I love you.

He learned to live with the truth. Not to accept it, but to live with it.

When at last I came upon the right book, the feeling was violent: it blew open a hole in me that made life more dangerous because I couldn't control what came through it.

I was never a man of great ambition I cried too easily I didn't have a head for science Words often failed me While others prayed I only moved my lips

To touch and feel each thing in the world, to know it by sight and by name, and then to know it with your eyes closed so that when something is gone, it can be recognized by the shape of its absence. So that you can continue to possess the lost, because absence is the only constant thing. Because you can get free of everything except the space where things have been.

Life in general in my experience gets deeper and deeper, more and more profound, more and more complex, the older one gets.