In my moon suit and funeral veil

There was no relief deeper than being loved by the person who’d known you the longest.

We were starving to death for beautiful things to look at.

You’re not going to live long with that kind of world in your head.

When you fall in love, the natural thing to do is to give yourself to it.

April and May were painful, lonely months for me because I couldn’t talk to you. I never knew that spring could be so painful and lonely. Better to have three Februaries than a spring like this.

The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living.

If you only read the books everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.

We had been with the men, we had let them do what they wanted. But they would never know the parts of ourselves that we hid from them - they would never sense the lack or even know there was something more they should be looking for.

Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.

Time…topples everyone in its path equally…but the thrashing we receive is one of frightful gentleness. Few of us even realize that we are being beaten.

Once you put your mind to it, there’s nothing you can’t discard. And once you start tossing things out, you find yourself wanting to get rid of everything.

When you love something, you have to make sure it loves you back, or you’ll bring about no end of trouble chasing it.

When you give, give yourself.

The harder the question, the harder we hunt. The harder we hunt, the more we learn.

How heavy a secret can become. It can make blood flow easier than ink.

That we should be so sad now…means we are very dear to each other.

You are impatient to live, you kick with your small feet, my little one not born yet. You ought to die in warmth and darkness. You ought to die because in the world there are no real fathers, not in heaven or on earth.