night finds you

“A cry for attention is positioned as a crime, as if attention were inherently a selfish thing to want. But isn’t wanting attention one of the most fundamental traits of being human—and isn’t granting it one of the most important gifts we can ever give?”

“If you had really loved something, wouldn’t a little bit of it always linger?”

“When you wash your hands, when you make a cup of coffee, when you’re waiting for the elevator – instead of indulging in thinking, these are all opportunities for being there as a still, alert presence.”

“How lush the world is, how full of things that don’t belong to me—”

“I, in my solitude, am almost going to explode. Dying must be a mute, internal explosion. The body can no longer stand being a body. And what if dying tastes like food when you’re really hungry? And if dying is a pleasure, a selfish pleasure?”