You carry your past with you even if you don't remember any of it.

I want to go where you're going. I'm not scared of dying. I want to stay together and come back together. You said that souls cohere. I want to stay with you.

It was like a dream you might have after death in which lost people came back to life, your friends loved you again no matter what you had done, and your failures were unaccountably forgiven.

Every life I start with her, my original sin. I know myself through her.

I allowed myself to suffer how jarringly destructive the present feels and how fragile the past.

some people fall in love over and over again while some people can only do it once.

You carry your past with you even if you don't remember any of it.