From now on when people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I planned to say, Amnesiac.

Have you ever written a letter you knew you could never mail but you needed to write it anyway?

I wanted to know what happened when two people felt it. Would it divide the hurt in two, make it lighter to bear, the way feeling someone's joy seemed to double it?

Yes, here I am returning, the woman who bore herself to the bottom and back. Who wanted to swim like dolphins, leaping waves and diving. Who wanted only to belong to herself.

He'd gone to church for forty years and was only getting worse. It seemed like this should tell God something.

Betrayal of any kind is hard, but betrayal by one's religion is excruciating. It makes you want to rage and weep.

Sunset is the saddest light there is.