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“It is a good thing to be alive and safe and loving every small thing,”

“That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”

“In films, we are voyeurs, but in novels, we have the experience of being someone else: knowing another person’s soul from the inside. No other art form does that. And this is why sometimes, when we put down a book, we find ourselves slightly altered as human beings. Novels change us from within.”

They were…well, Beautiful People! – not ‘students’, ‘clerks’, 'salesgirls’, 'executive trainees’ – Christ, don’t give me your occupation-game labels! We are Beautiful People, ascendant from your robot junkyard.

“I will love you until the we run out of mornings. Then I will love you in the dark.”

“I thought she was sleeping until I heard her call out from across the room, “Will you bring me a glass of water?” I did. Then in her always-sleepy tone and drawl she said, “Do you remember when you were a little boy and you would ask your mama to bring you a glass of water?” Yeah. “You know how half the time you weren’t even thirsty. You just wanted that hand that was attached to that glass that was attached to that person you just wanted to stay there until you fell asleep.” She took the glass of water that I brought her and just sat it down full on the table next to her. Wow, I thought. What am I gonna do with love like this.”

“I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn’t take any more. Just once.”

“I don’t like the sea. Can’t bear it. A vast expanse and nothing to walk on–”

“My emotions have three outlets: haughty silence, tears, and rage.”

“I want to fill my mouth with your name. I want to eat you whole.”

“[This] soul is incomplete, the heart forever pilgrim.”

I want to write something so simply about love or about pain that even as you are reading you feel it and as you read you keep feeling it and though it be my story it will be common, though it be singular it will be known to you so that by the end you will think— no, you will realize— that it was all the while yourself arranging the words, that it was all the time words that you yourself, out of your heart had been saying.

“Kindness is more important than wisdom, and the recognition of this is the beginning of wisdom.”