Every atom in me feels composed of lead. This is what dying is: a pull to the ground.

Love is like moonlight or thunder, or rain on a tin roof in the middle of the night; it is one of those things in life that is truly worth knowing.

No bird in a cage ever speaks. What is there to say? The sky is everywhere, churning above its head, blue and endless, calling out to it. But the caged bird can't answer anything except 'I cannot'.

There is nothing that is more beautiful than everything else in the world.

Every atom in me feels composed of lead. This is what dying is: a pull to the ground.

Life is lived on the inside. What's outside doesn't matter.

I thought about how stupid it is, that all of us are born destined to desire somebody else, though desire brings with it such disappointment and pain. Humankind's history must be scored bloody with heartbreak. This hankering for affection is a blight upon us.