Time punishes us by taking everything, but it also saves us - by taking everything

Experience in itself wasn’t enough. The diary was my defense against waking up at the end of my life and realizing I’d missed it.

Chair or no chair: a binary relation. But the vicissitudes of moving the body around are infinite. You never know what a person in a chair can do.

Those who claim to write about something larger and more significant than the self sometimes fail to comprehend the dimensions of self.

The best thing about time passing is the privilege of running out of it, of watching the wave of mortality break over me and everyone I know.

The catalog of emotion that disappears when someone dies, and the degree to which we rely on a few people to record something of what life was to them, is almost too much to bear.

My existence shrank from an arrow of light pointing into the future forever to a speck of light that was the present moment. I got better at living in that point of light, making the world into that point. I paid close attention to it. I loved it very much.