She was transparent, like a watercolor. As if she were about to dissolve in sound, in tones not yet created.

..That's where we humans make a mistake. We don't see the utterly amazing when it comes to us disguised as the ordinary.

She was transparent, like a watercolor. As if she were about to dissolve in sound, in tones not yet created.

Grief is a gift, something you have to earn.

When you're young, you think that sex is the culmination of intimacy. Later you discover that it's barely the beginning.

Do you know what the mathematical expression is for longing? ... The negative numbers. The formalization of the feeling that you are missing something.

Falling in love has been greatly overrated. Falling in love consists of 45 percent fear of not being accepted, 45 percent manic hope that this time the fear will be put to shame and a modest 10 percent frail awareness of the possibility of love. I don't fall in love any more. Just like I don't get the mumps.