Speaking felt impossible, as contained and enclosed as she was, a longing that went on a loop, a longing for nothing at all.

Maybe I will always have to love the idea of love or a concept of God more than I can love a person.

Accepting uncertainty was the key to happiness.

I sometimes wondered why I even answered the phone, but I guess I always had the hope that it would be someone else, some other way of life calling for me.

The way children stretch time and the way adults forget that stretch could be one of the saddest differences in the world.

Will I ever stop being surprised by the ways people make hell?

Past love is as good as a past dream, intangible, impossible to share.

He excused himself for a nap, and this day blended into his dreams like like years blended into a life, unseen but still felt, the line between memory and present always bleeding.

I couldn't decide how to feel about what he was saying, whether it was all nonsense or just more evidence that I would never understand this world.

But what had really happened? It was still unclear. Was it possible nothing of any significance had ever happened between us and our ending was just the sad process of realizing this?

It was possible she might not have the right feeling after all, that she wasn't in love, wasn't in limerence, but was in some unnamed place alone.

A fool friend always does something that the enemy wishes.

People have to make journeys, what we want is people to have alternatives in public transport so that they can make a choice about the sort of way in which they're going to travel.

Like every child, I adored her. Until I formed a brain and got to know her.

And, strangely, this one of the few things in life that the third, the latter, the buy with our eyes closed has actually done better than everybody else.

That by him, and through him, and of him, the worlds are and were created and the inhabitants thereof are begotten sons and daughters unto God.

An eye critically nice can only be formed by observing well-colored pictures with attention.

I'm hoping they slow down a little bit with technology, because I'm just trying to keep up.

In Presence, there is no outcome. It is our involvement in the outcome that keeps us imprisoned in an imagined future. In Presence, there is only now.

I think that most people think painters are kind of ridiculous, you know?

I've always said I can't tell sometimes that people even have an album out until I see them nominated for a Grammy. I think country gets dumped on across the board by the Grammys.