There's a moment when love makes you believe in death for the first time. You recognize the one whose loss, even contemplated, you'll carry forever, like a sleeping child. All grief, anyone's grief...is the weight of a sleeping child.

It is not a person’s depth you must discover, but their ascent. Find their path from depth to ascent.

No one is born just once. If you're lucky, you'll emerge again in someone's arms; or unlucky, wake when the long tail of terror brushes the inside of your skull.

When a man dies, his secrets bond like crystals, like frost on a window. His last breath obscures the glass.

I'm naive enough to think that love is always good no matter how long ago, no matter the circumstances.

Once I was lost in a forest. I was so afraid. My blood pounded in my chest and I knew my heart's strength would soon be exhausted. I saved myself without thinking. I grasped the two syllables closest to me, and replaced my heartbeat with your name.

The best teacher lodges an intent not in the mind but in the heart.