I had forgotten what it was like, to be drawn to a person...I'd forgotten how your blood flows toward a person when they move, so that all at once yo….

Life on earth, filled with uncertainty and change, seemed far more difficult than what lay beyond the grave..

My god has always been a laissez-faire deity, giving you the initial goods and sending you on to make your way..

Is it love that connects us, is that what it is? I never knew that the feeling I have is regular old love because it's so-intricate. Perhaps there is….

From early on I valued the gift of memory above all others. I understood that as we grow older we carry a whole nation around inside of us, places an….

In the end maybe what marriage offered was the determination of one's burial site..

It is a rule of nature that taking a day off on the farm sets a person back at least a week..

It is books that are a key to the wide world; if you can't do anything else, read all that you can..

She read books quickly and compulsively, paperback after paperback, as if she might drift away without the anchor of the printed page..

We're only passers-by, and all you can do is love what you have in your life. A person has to fight the meanness that sometimes comes with you when y….

We all need people to tell us that we were the ones who had been deeply wronged..

I used to think if you fell from grace it was more likely than not the result of one stupendous error, or else an unfortunate accident. I hadn't lear….

I feel like I don't have all the ingredients a person is supposed to have..

There were so many miracles at work: that a blossom might become a peach, that a bee could make honey in its thorax, that rain might someday fall. I ….

Ordinary life was laced with miracles, I knew that, had read enough poetry to understand that we are elevated with the knowing, and yet it was diffic….

The magical descriptions of Italy and hilarious observations about love, travel, natives and foreigners in Love in Idleness are but a few of its many….

It was impossible not to admire him, not to want to do something to contain that kind of beauty- drink him, ingest him, sneak into his shirt and hide….

Our mission in life is not to discover our fate as we go along, or even to procreate, but rather to fill up the endless gray void that is time..

It's all a big old chain. There isn't one unconnected link..

It was about forgiving. I understood that forgiveness itself was strong, durable—like strands of a web weaving around us, holding us..

This was life, I supposed, running and running and running, and realizing along the way that the phantom was getting closer..