After all who doesn't wish to make a spectacle of their loneliness

It's one of those unforgettable moments that happen as a child, when you discover that all along the world has been betraying you.

You can't imagine how hard I am on myself. Nothing pummels me like my own doubts, the feeling of how far I still have to go.

To walk into a modern-day bookstore is a little bit like studying a single photograph out of the infinite number of photographs that cold be taken of the world: It offers the reader a frame.

The truth is that she told me she couldn't love me. When she said goodbye, she was saying goodbye forever. And yet. I made myself forget. I don't know why. I keep asking myself. But I did.

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

Then he almost but didn't say the two sentence he'd been meaning to say for years: part of me is made of glass, and also, I love you