I’ve always liked the feeling of traveling light; there is something in me that wants to feel I could leave wherever I am, at any time, without any effort. The idea of being weighed down made me uneasy, as if I lived on the surface of a frozen lake and each new trapping of domestic life - a pot, a chair, a lamp - threatened to be the thing that sent me through the ice.

At first Babel longed for the use of just two words: Yes and No. But he knew that just to utter a single word would be to destroy the delicate fluency of silence.

Better to try and fail than not to try at all

How was it possible to wake up every day and be recognizable to another when so often one was barely recognizable to oneself?

Wittgenstein once wrote that when the eye sees something beautiful, the hand wants to draw it. I wish I could draw you.

The malpractice for advice-giving is like five times as much as a craniotomy.

Holding hands, for example, is a way to remember how it feels to say nothing together.