Maybe it's wrong when we remember breakthroughs to our own being as something that occurs in discrete, extraordinary moments. Maybe falling in love, the piercing knowledge that we ourselves will someday die, and the love of snow are in reality not some sudden events; maybe they were always present. Maybe they never completely vanish, either.

To want to understand is an attempt to recapture something we have lost.

I don't fall in love anymore. Just like I don't get the mumps.

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

Maybe it's wrong when we remember breakthroughs to our own being as something that occurs in discrete, extraordinary moments. Maybe falling in love, the piercing knowledge that we ourselves will someday die, and the love of snow are in reality not some sudden events; maybe they were always present. Maybe they never completely vanish, either.

Never do I close my door behind me without being conscious that I am carrying out an act of charity towards myself.

Grief is a gift, something you have to earn.