Dignity is an affectation, cute but eccentric, like learning French or collecting scarves.
His lies were so exquisite I almost wept.
So many of the things I invented I honestly did for fun, out of some perverse game of whether or not they’d work, whether people would use them. I mean, it was like setting up a guillotine in the public square. You don’t expect a thousand people to line up to put their heads in it
You still know that boy. He was very angry at fourteen, fifteen, in summer and winter, at home or in the world. So angry that his face contorted in photos. The camera was a question and his face did not know the answer.
We have no choice. We need the communion of souls and only here are they awake.
We would oppose the turning of the planet and refuse the setting of the sun.
Grief doesn’t arrive on schedule, as much as we’d like to.
I lost someone very close to me and afterward I believed I could have saved him had I been a better friend to him. But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.
Always we learn things and then we forget them.
Suffering is only suffering if it’s done in silence, in solitude. Pain experienced in public, in view of loving millions, was no longer pain. It was communion.