...appetite turns common food into the fare of kings.

Books have always been to me like a kind of embalmed mind. The dead may be scattered, and who can find them, but their voices live in the library.

(Home) is you in things.

When lost, I look for gas stations for counsel.

A personal offense is like a scratch on a phonograph record. I couldn't move my thoughts beyond my pain. It kept repeating, as if I were stuck within its grooves. There was only one way to play beyond it. I had to forgive them, so my heart could take its form again.

I wonder if we climb to heaven over the ruins of many cherished schemes.

Marriage is the learning of someone else's habits.

The way of surviving is to find meaning in suffering.

Life and death in a relationship depend on attitudes.

It isn't fair that there's pressure exerted on those who choose to live on the edges of the bell-shaped curve of normal.