There are more experiences in life than you’d think for which there are no words.

And she thought then how strange it was that disaster--the sort of disaster that drained the blood from your body and took the air out of your lungs and hit you again and again in the face--could be at times, such a thing of beauty.

There are more experiences in life than you’d think for which there are no words.

I think about the hurt that stories cannot ease, not with a thousand tellings.

To be relieved of love, she thought, was to give up a terrible burden.

Sydney discovers that she minds the loss of her mourning. When she grieved, she felt herself to be intimately connected to Daniel. But with each passing day, he floats away from her. When she thinks about him now, it is more as a lost possibility than as a man. She has forgotten his breath, his musculature.

I guess that's the point of drinking, to take all the feelings and thoughts and morals away until you are just a body doing what a body will do.