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I did not need to know if he could love me. I needed to know if he could need me.
It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.
She laughed enough to migrate an entire flock of birds. That was how she said yes
I wanted to hit him. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to shout myself into his ear.
Chickens can do many things, but they cannot make sophisticated deals with humans.
People around the world were moving from one place to another. No one was staying.
I love sushi, I love fried chicken, I love steak. But there is a limit to my love.
Why didn't he say goodbye? I gave myself a bruise. Why didn't he say 'I love you'?
There is nothing wrong with compromising. Even if you compromise almost everything.
The mistakes I've made are dead to me. But I can't take back the things I never did.
Grandfather kicked the stop pedal, and my face gave a high-five to the front window.
Only someone who'd never been an animal would put up a sign saying not to feed them.
One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be family.
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
Family are the people who must make you feel ashamed when you are deserving of shame.
Books are for those without real lives, he thought. And they are no real replacement.
I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.
I always write out of a need to read something, rather than a need to write something.
I try not to remember the life that I didn’t want to lose but lost and have to remember
It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.
I felt it very moving to feel his touch, and to remember that hands can also show love.
It's rarely talked about, but hunting for sport is just about as vile as we humans get.
The Eskimos have four hundred words for snow, and the Jewshave four hundred for schmuck.
The only thing more painful than being an active forgetter is to be an inert rememberer.
Sometimes I can feel my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.
The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering.
Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.
I wanted to protect him, which I was sure I could do, even if I could not protect myself.
Sometimes people who seem good end up being not as good as you might have hoped, you know?
It is not a thing that you can imagine. It only is. After that, there can be no imagining.
We could imagine all sorts of universes unlike this one, but this is the one that happened.
She extended a hand that I didn't know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.
Dear Anna, we will live in a home with no walls, so that everywhere we go will be our home.
And she would say, "Today you believe in God?" And he would say, "Today I believe in love".
Since the world has changed so much, the same values don't lead to the same choices anymore.
I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: "Do you like me?
Everyone performs bad actions... A bad person is someone who does not lament his bad actions.
I love the idea of books being more than books, or being, rather, something other than books.
I see myself as someone who makes things. Definitions have never done anything but constrain.
What is being awake if not interpreting our dreams, or dreaming if not interpreting our wake?
Whether we change our lives or do nothing, we have responded. To do nothing is to do something.
There has yet to be a human to survive a span of history without at least one end of the world.
That’s all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there.
But I still couldn't figure out what it all meant. The more I found out, the less I understood.
How beautiful is forgetting! What relief it would be for the world to lose some of its contents.
It's possible to make things that aren't just money-makers. Something wonderful for its own sake.
I flipped back through the pad of paper while I thought about what Stephen Hawking would do next.
I wouldn't want a boy to think I was pretty unless he was the kind of boy who thought I was pretty.
What do babies dream of? She must be dreaming of the before-life, just as I dream of the afterlife.
It’s hard to say goodbye to the place you’ve lived. It can be as hard as saying goodbye to a person.