... sometimes I can feel it, the way we are pouring slowly toward a curve and around it through something dark and soft, and we are bound to each other.

Who wants to put together something that will bear some relationship to the vision or memory or experience or story or idea or dream or whatever.

I did not know him, I knew my idea of him.

Once you lose someone it is never exactly the same person who comes back.

Seeing yourself as responsible for the quality of your relationship, as a prime mover in your life, I think is a bold, amazing step.

When I quit all these things and said I didn't have any time, I meant I didn't have any time.

I'm probably so out of it at my age that I don't know what people think.