Life and death in a relationship depend on attitudes.

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

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

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.

(Home) is you in things.

The way of surviving is to find meaning in suffering.

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.

When lost, I look for gas stations for counsel.