Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall.

I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms.

When women age into their power, no wind can upset them, no hand turn aside their knowledge, no fact can deflect their point of view.

You never know where you’re going to find the same thoughts in another brain, but when it happens you know it right off, just like you were connected by a small electrical wire that suddenly glows red hot and sparks.

Time was rushing around me like water around a big wet rock. The only difference is, I was not so

If life’s a joke, then suicide’s a bad punch line.

Numbers, time, inches, feet. All are just ploys for cutting nature down to size.

“Clutch your chest. Fall off that horse,” they directed. That was it. Death was the extent of Indian acting in the movie theater.

Money helps, though not so much as you think when you don’t have it.