I review what I know once again, confronting the monolith now alien and almost unconnected to me: my marriage.

My mother is a firm believer in the long pause, useful in interrogations, proclamations of truth, and the occasional cutting dead of someone without their knowing it.

Delusion detests focus and romance provides the veil.

I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My mind has met their environment, here in the void. I understand perfectly.

In so many senseless deaths, beauty is to blame.

Why is edamame always ready to expire? It´s so urgent for a vegetable. Edamame. It sounds like an assisted form of suicide. Is there an advertising concept in this?

I used to loathe ambivalence now I adore it. Ambivalence is my new best friend.

The snag about marriage is, it isn´t worth the divorce.

They feel life is for the taking, and that everyone deserves happiness no matter what the cost. I must remember these tricks if I ever decide to have my soul surgically removed.

Surprises, I feel now, are primarily a form of violence.

I love you as the mother of my child": the kiss of death.Mother of His Child: demotion. I am beginning to see this truism: Mothers are not always wives. I have been stripped of a piece of self.

Eventually, after much dreaming, the dream no longer suffices. You have to physically be there.

Don't worry about how something is going to happen, just know that it is all unfolding perfectly, whether you can see it or not.

Subjectivity measures nothing consistently.

Surround yourself with good people. People who are going to be honest with you and look out for your best interests.

I believe [the architecture firm] Herzog and de Meuron and our collaboration made the product the best it could be.

Hate has no place in the house of God. No one should be excluded from our love, our compassion or our concern because of race or gender, faith or ethnicity - or because of their sexual orientation.

I still want to play music but I don't want to look like Donald Duck while I'm doing it.

For the last 12 years, I've felt really privileged to be living such a normal life. It's so a part of who I am.

A man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying. And a man without memories is just a shell.

How wonderful it is to be surprised by God’s call, to embrace his word, and to walk in the footsteps of Jesus... Your life will become richer and more joyful each day!