Language is like looking at a map of somewhere. Love is living there and surviving on the land.

I think music is what language once aspired to be. Music allows us to face God on our own terms because it reaches beyond life.

I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.

I tried to convey to the boy how people's lives are often altered by curved lines read slowly from paper, sand, or stone.

The present grows within the boundaries of the past.

Some studies show that we're physically attracted, like animal attraction, to people that have a different immune system to us. So even though I love cologne, it's probably keeping me from finding a good mate.

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.