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.

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

I see no reason not to write whatever comes to me.

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

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

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.

I like people who possess either deep mastery or deep empathy, but not as much as I like those who possess both.