The Invention of Solitude

by Paul Auster

You do not stop hungering for your father’s love, even after you are grown up.

If it is true that we can ever come to know another human being, even to a small degree, it is only to the extent that he is willing to make himself known.

There is no greater sorrow for a parent than this helplessness. You have to accept it, even if you can’t. And the more you accept it, the greater your despair becomes.