(Home) is you in things.

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.

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.

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.

Marriage is the learning of someone else's habits.

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

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

When lost, I look for gas stations for counsel.