This is one of the defining sorrows of books: that we cannot see one another.
The Areas of My ExpertiseFor my part, I think that the mystery is always greatest where there is the most - emptiness.
ScruplesStart with the difficult and when it gets easy, everything else is easier.
The Matchmaker of Kenmare: A Novel of IrelandSeeking is endless. It never comes to a state of rest; it never ceases.
Lovingkindness: The Revolutionary Art of HappinessArt always penetrates the particular fissures in one's psychic life.
The Swerve: How the World Became ModernWhat else is life from the time you were born but a struggle to matter, at least to someone?
The Street SweeperA story is nothing but a lie. An illusion. And that illusion only works if we trust in it.
The Polish Boxer