There's lots of things you don't know. All kinds of strange things . . . mostly they happened before we were born: that makes them seem to me so much more real.

I remember things the way they should have been.

In California everyone goes to a therapist, is a therapist, or is a therapist going to a therapist.

Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go.

Personally, I rather think that if you're not creative you've got a problem on your hands. If you are creative you've got a double problem.

The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday, lost voices, one's favorite suit, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory.

Reading dreams. That's what started her walking down the road. Every day she'd walk a little further: a mile, and come home. Two miles, and come home. One day she just kept on.