“I think different religions are different doors to the same house. Sometimes I think the house exists, and sometimes I don’t. It’s the great mystery.”
“Sometimes I think it is my fate to live in the wreckage and confusion of crumbling houses.”
“Memory works in different ways for everybody. Different capacities, different directions, too. Sometimes memory helps you think, sometimes it impedes. Doesn’t mean it’s good or bad. Probably means it’s no big deal.”
“I don’t think this is working out between us,” I told him. “You and I want different things. It’s not me, it’s you.”
“And I sometimes think that a moment of touching is the difference between complete utter despair and the ability to carry on.”
“Sometimes I think the cover of a book as a door to another world...but other times I think of it as an escape hatch from this one. I guess it's the same thing.”