И пусть вращается прекрасный мир

Едва приехав в Нью-Йорк, я сразу легла на тротуаре рядом с автовокзалом, просто чтоб увидеть все небо целиком. Какой-то дядя перешагнул через меня, даже не глянув вниз.

В служении закону главное — терпимость. Дураков следует принимать такими, какие они есть. Это в порядке вещей. Время от времени требуется прикрывать глаза шорами.

Желание. Слабое место человечества.

...one of the beauties of New York is that you can be from anywhere and within moments of landing it is yours.

Some people think love is the end of the road, and if you’re lucky enough to find it, you stay there. Other people say it just becomes a cliff you drive off, but most people who’ve been around awhile know it’s just a thing that changes day by day, and depending on how much you fight for it, you get it, or you hold on to it, or you lose it, but sometimes it’s never even there in the first place.

There is a still point where the present, the now, winds around itself, and nothing is tangled. The river is not where it begins or ends, but right in the middle point, anchored by what has happened and what is to arrive.

“Doctor, help me,” he says. “Tell me something magnificent.”
“Well, I woke up this morning and diagnosed a very early case of happiness.”
“Never heard of it,” he says.
“It’s a rare disease. I caught it just before the neighbors woke.”
“Is it contagious?”
“Don’t you have it yet?”

The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own.

He was happy, give or take. He was lucky, give or take. He didn’t have everything he wanted, but he had enough. Yes, that’s what he wanted:

If you think of the world without people it’s about the most perfect thing there ever is. It’s all balanced and shit. But then come the people, and they fuck it up.