You’re alive only once, as far as we know, and what could be worse than getting to the end of your life and realizing you hadn’t lived it?
I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me.
I make mistakes; I’ll be the second to admit it.
Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day.
Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve.
I read like a wolf eats.
I read myself to sleep every night.
We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness—and call it love—true love.
A trap is only a trap if you don’t know about it. If you know about it, it’s a challenge.