A thing may happen and be a total lie; another thing may not happen and be truer than the truth.

I live in my head all day long and the world is a little dreamy.

It was very sad, he thought. The things men carried inside. The things men did or felt they had to do.

Writing doesn’t get easier with experience. The more you know, the harder it is to write.

They carried all they could bear, and then some, including a silent awe for the terrible power of the things they carried.

What sticks to memory, often, are those odd little fragments that have no beginning and no end.

Even then, at nine years old, I wanted to live inside her body. I wanted to melt into her bones - THAT kind of love.