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

Grief is a gift, something you have to earn.

The knives in my apartment are only sharp enough to open envelopes with. Cutting a slice of coarse bread is on the borderline of their ability. I don't need anything sharper. Otherwise, on bad days, it might easily occur to me that I could always go stand in the bathroom in front of the mirror and slit my throat. On such occasions it's nice to have the added security of needing to go downstairs and borrow a decent knife from a neighbor.

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

We sat there and I knew that this was how it felt to be totally accepted. You sit close to another person and are understood, everything is understood and nothing is judged and you are indispensable.

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

It may be necessary to stand on the outside of one is to see things clearly.