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 more you talk about something, the less accurate it gets.

Perhaps all anxiety might derive from a fixation on moments - an inability to accept life as ongoing.

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.

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.

Look at me, dancing my little dance for a few moments against the background of eternity.

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.