Most things don't stay the way they are for very long. I take nothing for granted and try to be ready for the change that's soon to come.

What was our life like? I almost don't remember now. Though I remember it, the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.

Things happen when people are not where they belong, and the world moves forward and back by that principle.

What I know is, you have chance in life--of surviving it--if you tolerate loss well; manage not to be a cynic through it all; to subordinate, as Ruskin implied, to keep proportion, to connect the unequal things into a whole that preserves the good, even if admittedly good is often not simple to find.

With imagination, you can put something where nothing was.

We're all hoping that Trump doesn't get our world on his terms because there won't be anything of it left. Trump is a true psychopath, a psychopath in the way that tragedy becomes tragedy.

Love isn’t a thing, after all, but an endless series of single acts.