I wish I had the gift of religious faith. Sometimes I long to believe in a structured universe designed purposefully for mankind.

We have to live within the framework of our limitations and the mistakes we make. Argue with Destiny, but never try to wrestle it into submission. If you do, you’ll end up losing.

Stop trying to be a magician. The past won’t come back. It likes its safety in memory.

I don’t enjoy surprises that compel me to renegotiate my relationship with the past.

If manifestations of her love are overwhelming and sometimes seem imprudent, it’s because the intensity of such caring doesn’t exist in other areas of life. Ma does not love from behind a protective shield. I’m...

I suspect each of us uses the past to prop up the bruised present. It’s a clumsy try for the comfort of normality.