We laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.

We are often insane with happiness. We are also very unhappy for reasons neither of us can do anything about. Like being separated.

But you know: you know that if I could have stayed, if I could have gone on, that I would have clutched every second: whatever it was, this death, you know that it came and took me, like a child carried away by goblins.

Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?

It was silly, wasn't it? But the singing made it not silly.

He thanked her and left the house in the mood of a shipwrecked man who has allowed the rescue ship to pass him by.

Time passes and the pain begins to roll in and out as though it’s a woman standing at an ironing board, passing the iron back and forth, back and forth across a white tablecloth.