But I don't have anything left inside of me to figure out where I fit in or what I want. If I want anything, it's to know what's possible to want.

And when I say that is certainly true, that our marriage is over. I know what else she will say: "Then you must save it." And even though I know it's hopeless- there's absolutely nothing left to save-I'm afraid if I tell her that, she'll still persuade me to try.

Fate is shaped half by expectation, half by inattention.

Memory feeds imagination.

how can the world in all its chaos come up with so many coincidences, so many similarities and exact opposites?

When I returned home that day, I saw my life as if I already knew the happy ending of a story. I looked around the house and thought, soon I will no longer have to see these walls and all the unhappiness they keep inside.

But I was no longer sacared. I could see what was inside me. -Lindo