Excerpts:

"Apparently I've elected myself to the editorship of a selection of my own writings. In other words, I must be interested in that practice of remaining whole: resting so peacefully in the brutality of change, with an immunity that would allow me to be pervaded by everything without forgetting who I am." (pg. 1)

"If I spent all my life trying to say something, and I wrote down some notes, and I was sitting on a bench, then if the wind blew the paper out of my hands, right now I would be too tired to chase it down the street; instead, I would just touch your hands." (pg. 75)

"It is important sometimes to remember certain moments in the past. It is not important to say which, because memory has its own way of highlighting. Such moments bring clarity to the present, for me." (pg. 42)

"I do not know why the pain of never dying was more bearable than this: I am that I am." (pg. 111)

"Now, everything is the same, but different. And everything that matters is what's the same: eating and sleeping, and this afternoon, and tomorrow morning, and next week. Perhaps I am raving mad, but I've known lunatics and I don't seem to be one of them. What's different is nothing I can tell you about, and despite what I just said, what matters is that it's so very different now." (pg. 114)