Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again

When I diagnose my depression now, I think it was partially about saying goodbye to these kids that I always expected to have but already knew that I wouldn't.

The importance to the writer of first writing must be out of all proportion of the actual value of what is written.

I think the main thing, don't you, is to keep the show on the road.

Nobody speaks the truth when there is something they must have.

Who is ever adequate? We all create situations each other can't live up to, then break our hearts at them because they don't.