Why do they not teach you that time is a finger snap and an eye blink, and that you should not allow a moment to pass you by without taking joyous, ecstatic note of it, not wasting a single moment of its swift, breakneck circuit?

Isn't it a shame military doctors couldn't be as good as military sunglasses?

Happiness is an accident of nature, a beautiful and flawless aberration.

The safe places could only be visited; they could only grant a momentary intuition of sanctuary. The moment always came when we had to return to our real life to face the wounds and grief indigenous to our homr by the river.

Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.

There is no teacher more discriminating or transforming than loss.

We've pretended too much in our family, Luke, and hidden far too much. I think we're all going to pay a high price for our inability to face the truth.