Why does a person even get up in the morning? You have breakfast, you floss your teeth so you'll have healthy gums in your old age, and then you get in your car and drive down I10 and die. Life is so stupid I can't stand it.
Wars and elections are both too big and too small to matter in the long run. The daily work that goes on, it adds up.
What keeps you going isn't some fine destination but just the road you're on, and the fact that you know how to drive.
It wasn't a matter of courage or dreams, but something a whole lot simpler. A pilot would call it ground orientation. I'd spent a long time circling above the clouds, looking for life, while Hallie was living it.
People's dreams are made out of what they do all day. The same way a dog that runs after rabbits will dream of rabbits. It's what you do that makes your soul, not the other way around.
The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope.
Libraries are the one American institution you shouldn't rip off.
It's surprising how much of memory is built around things unnoticed at the time
Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.
Pain reaches the heart with electrical speed, but truth moves to the heart as slowly as a glacier.
Few people know so clearly what they want. Most people can't even think what to hope for when they throw a penny in a fountain.
The truth needs so little rehearsal.
I'm of a fearsome mind to throw my arms around every living librarian who crosses my path, on behalf of the souls they never knew they saved.
Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.
The very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.
The friend who holds your hand and says the wrong thing is made of dearer stuff than the one who stays away.
If we can't, as artists, improve on real life, we should put down our pencils and go bake bread.
I attempted briefly to consecrate myself in the public library, believing every crack in my soul could be chinked with a book.
People love to read about sins and errors, but not their own.
People read books to escape the uncertainties of life.
I learned to write by reading the kind of books I wished I'd written.
A choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. I am the forest's conscience, but remember, the forest eats itself and lives forever.
Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed.
Listen: being dead is not worse than being alive. It is different though. You could say the view is larger.
Awareness is everything. Hallie once pointed out to me that people worry a lot more about the eternity *after* their deaths than the eternity that happened before they were born. But it's the same amount of infinity, rolling out in all directions from where we stand.