“If we share our shame story with the wrong person, they can easily become one more piece of flying debris in an already dangerous storm.”

“Shame hates it when we reach out and tell our story. It hates having words wrapped around it- it can't survive being shared. Shame loves secrecy. When we bury our story, the shame metastasizes.”

“We are not youth any longer. We don’t want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces.”

“We laughed ourselves silly, taking back our shared past, gently, piece by piece.”

“Every life is, more or less, a ruin among whose debris we have to discover what the person ought to have been.”

“The difficulty of rising into the air increases rapidly with the size of the apparatus. The uplifting of a single person, therefore, is more easily attained than that of a large flying machine loaded with several persons.”

“I am not dangerous. Only the stories are dangerous. Only the fictions we create, especially when they become expectations.”

“Anytime a son-in-law does something wrong, he can easily become a son-out-law.”

“We can dive to the bottom of the sea and some say NASA will fly us to the stars, and I have known men to plunge into the past—or the future—and drown. But there's one place where we can't go. We can't go where we are already. We can't go home, because our minds, and our hearts, and our immortal souls are already there there.”

“A TV evening with the right person can be more erotic than sex with the wrong one. ”