If you think something's happened quickly, you're looking at only a part of it.

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

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.

Around you move many seas. It is impossible not to drown a little.

This is suffering's lesson: pay attention. The important part might come in a form you do not recognize.

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.