What does all this mean finally, I kept asking like a college kid. Why does it make me want to cry? Maybe it’s that we are all outsiders, we are all making our own unusual way through a wilderness of normality that is just a myth.

But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.

Life is a tragedy, one way or another. What is certain is that you die.

And I loved this moment for all it's pain...We seemed for a moment like two parts of the same thing.

I grabbed her ankle and kissed it, and when I looked up I saw her chin and her eyelashes as she threw back her head and laughed.

We have such a terrible, terrible misconception of science. We think it involves the definite, the precise, the known; it is a horrid series of gates to an unknown as vast of the universe; which means endless.

Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt