Her stillness was such a contrast to all the jumbled communication inside me that I suddenly felt what a tiresome fellow I was, always filling the air with the rattle of words and anxieties.
I'm overly sentimental and don't throw things away.
Romantic souvenirs had a way of attaching themselves to one when one wanted to move on, but they were not to be taken seriously.
There's a television show, 'Hoarders,' where people have those homes filled with stuff. Emotionally, in our minds, we get so filled with resentments where we've got a story about absolutely everything.
When people will not weed their own minds, they are apt to be overrun by nettles.
In the futile attempts we all make to tidy up our lives and our surroundings, nothing is more difficult than throwing out a book.
You have friends who actually care about you and speak the language of the inner self. You have avoided them of late. Your soul is as disheveled as your apartment, and until you can clean it up a little you don't want to invite anyone inside.
What did you do with memories, feelings, needs, that didn’t belong anywhere?
I'm much more willing to buy a novel electronically by someone I don't know. Because if halfway through I think, I don't really like this, I can just stop. I can't throw books out, even if I think they're crummy. I feel like I've got to give it to the library. I've got to loan it to somebody, or I keep it on my shelf. It's like a plant.
I am amazed by how many individuals mess up every new day with yesterday. They insist on bringing into today the failures of yesterday and in so doing, they pollute a potentially wonderful day.
When you are full of problems, there is no room for anything new to enter, no room for a solution. So whenever you can, make some room, create some space, so that you find the life underneath your life situation.
I have vintage things that I got nine, 10 years ago, and every time I clean my closet, I can't get rid of them. I think, 'I will never find this again!'
What is a family, after all, except memories? Haphazard and precious as the contents of a catch-all drawer in the kitchen.
The greatest need of our time is to clean out the enormous mass of mental and emotional rubbish that clutters our minds
