Not belonging is a terrible feeling. It feels awkward and it hurts, as if you were wearing someone else’s shoes.

I lay in bed and watched moments break into phenomenal particles of panic and could actually see the divine crack of God’s ass as he completely turned his back on me.

Turning your back on nothing and walking away is not disloyal, it’s self respect.

And just what would I gain if I go back to that place? I’ll stop at a tree when I like it and I’ll fly when I like it.How I live and where I live...

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.

illegitimate” sources of satisfaction: experiencing a loss of self-respect for indulging in activities contrary to personal moral standards of conduct; risking the displeasure and misunderstanding of others important to her; and opening oneself to the...

Do not conform to seek the seekers, but leave the leavers. Wisdom comes from facing what you do not yet understand.

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the time for him to leave was approaching:”Oh!”, said the fox. “I am going to cry.””It’s your own fault,” said the little prince. “I never wished...

We walked to meet each other up at the time of our love and then we have been irresistibly drifting in different directions, and there’s no altering that.

She’d abandoned the animal she loved as she herself had been abandoned repeatedly in the past by people who had claimed to love her.

…in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights – and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses…lie abandoned by you…

Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.

Howard: Sometimes a betrayal can be so subtle that it clouds the whole thing.Nita: It would have to be a real betrayal. Not like canceling an appointment. It would be like you’d end the relationship...

There are possibilities that exist beyond our present “knowing,” and to see those possibilities, we must abandon that which makes us feel safe.

I flopped on the overstuffed kitchen couch and watched him go. I wondered what would happen to all his films and photographs in the upstairs closet – the documentaries on homelessness and drug addiction, the...