The vitality of language lies in its ability to limn the actual, imagined and possible lives of its speakers, readers, writers.

My theory is that the world is a difficult place to live in and distraction is the name of the game.

It is sheer good fortune to miss somebody long before they leave you.

I don't know whether the bird you are holding is dead or alive, but what I do know is that it is in your hands. It is in your hands.

We mistook violence for passion, indolence for leisure, and thought recklessness was freedom.

Sweet, crazy conversations full of half sentences, daydreams and misunderstandings more thrilling than understanding could ever be.

Don't ever think I fell for you, or fell over you. I didn't fall in love, I rose in it.