...we were like two people standing apart on separate mountain peaks, recklessly leaning forward to throw stones at one another, unaware of the dangerous chasm that separated us.

You should think about your character. Know where you are changing, how you will be changed, what cannot be changed back again.

I did not lose myself all at once.

I saw a girl complaining that the pain of not being seen was unbearable... Now I have perfect understanding. I have already experienced the worst. After this, there is no worse possible thing.

I began to look at all events and all things as relevant, an opportunity to take or avoid.

When you lose your face..., it is like dropping your necklace down a well. The only way you can get it back is to fall in after it.

In [writing] fiction, every sentence is its own reward.