"Lie down and look up at the ceiling and breathe with those curiously fragile lungs of yours and remind yourself: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and heaving. Don’t worry."
"...I'll be the first to admit, what I was writing was somewhat touchy-feely, but I didn't care. I had lost the ability to bullshit. It was the me that I had always wanted to be. I was 35 and I had just started my life."