When we were that young we invented the world, no one could tell us a thing.
When I was young I didn't understand, but now, I know, how absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird.
The pain has receded but what’s left is the shell of pain, an empty space where there should be pain but instead there is the expectation of pain.
My reflection in the mirror shows me pink and puffy. I thought pregnant women were to supposed to glow. I am not glowing.
It’s hard to be the one who stays.
Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning.
It's terrific, Clare," Henry says, and we stare at each other, and I think, "Don't leave me.
There's always world enough and time.
The hardest lesson is Clare’s solitude. Sometimes I come home and Clare seems kind of irritated; I’ve interrupted some train of thought, broken into the dreary silence of her day. Sometimes I see an e...
The cure might be worse than the problem
The best love is the kind that weakens the soul, that makes us reach for more. That plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds.
Listen, sometimes when you finally find out, you realize that you were much better off not knowing.
I feel that I an everything to her.
Everything hurt but she did not mind.
DeTamble & DeTamble, Alcoholics at Large, I have not
«Io vorrei Dio. Si può?»Mi sento come un cretino. «Certo che si può. È quello che credi tu.»«Però io non voglio soltanto crederci. Voglio che sia vero.»
You're my phantom limb, Mouse. I keep looking for you. I forget. I feel stupid, Mouse. Haunt me, find me, come back from wherever you are. Be with me.
I hate to be where she is not, when she is not. And yet, I am always going, and she cannot follow.
How delicately language skirts the issue. How meaningless it is.
Clock time is our bank manager, tax collector, police inspector; this inner time is our wife.