Look, taste is clearly the crudest of our senses: this is scientifically, objectively factual. It is less nuanced. Eyesight is extraordinary – hearing, touch. I find people who devote their whole lives to taste a little strange.
The French, who love their dogs, sometimes eat their horses. The Spanish, who love their horses, sometimes eat their cows. The Indians, who love their cows, sometimes eat their dogs.
She had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love at all, but doing something much more ordinary.
I woke up once in the middle of the night, and Buckminster’s paws were on my eyelids. He must have been feeling my nightmares.
Family are the people who must make you feel ashamed when you are deserving of shame.
The paper, the stapler, the staples, the tape. It makes me sick. Physical things. Forty years of loving someone becomes staples and tape.
But what she was really trying to say was this: I like music better than anything in the world, after you.
Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly is there wasn’t someone, somewhere, laughing?
I wasn’t having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.
It was getting hard to keep all the things I didn’t know inside me.
I was more alone than if I had been alone.
Life is scarier than death.
She wrote, I wish I could be a girl again, with a chance to live my life again. I have suffered so much more than I needed to. And the joys I have felt have not always been joyous. I could have lived differently.
My dream went all the way back to the beginning. The rain rose into the clouds, and the animals descended the ramp.
I regret how much I believed in the future.
We believed in our grandmother’s cooking more fervently than we believed in God.
If it weren’t my life, I wouldn’t have believed it.
We could imagine all sorts of universes unlike this one, but this is the one that happened.
Only humans can cry tears.
I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.