I have no way of knowing whether the events that I am about to narrate are effects or causes.

Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures. In one of them I am your enemy.

To think is to ignore the differences, to generalize, to abstract.

So my life is a point-counterpoint, a kind of fugue, and a falling away–and everything winds up being lost to me, and everything falls into oblivion, or into the hands of the other man.

She stumbled then and Geryon caught her other arm, it was like a handful of autumn. He felt huge and wrong. When is it polite to let go someone’s arm after you grab it?

The heart of service is grace of belonging.

I grew up in Danville, Illinois, right in the middle of the state.

The mold of our fortunes is in our own hands.

I loathe my own face, and I've done self-portraits because I've had nobody else to do.

The tree that growes slowly, keepes it selfe for another.

The more one is hated, I find, the happier one is.

Your soul shines through even if you haven't got mascara on

I have been treated as a freak, rather like the fat lady at the circus.

It is through education that the daughter of a peasant can become a doctor.