The choice so often these days is to believe something that seems insane or go insane.

Love is at first a set of delusions, which, as time goes by, are discarded like training wheels, and you love truly.

We all have our limitations, but when we listen to our critics, we also have theirs.

Perhaps we are given a mom that we might take into death the memory of a lullaby.

If you could travel back in time to the present moment, what would you do differently?

You spend the first two-thirds of your life asking to be left alone and the last third not having to ask.

Sometimes, as practice for trying to convince myself that God exists, I try to convince my shadow that the sun exists.