…she smiles in an exhausted but warm sort of way, as though she is a brilliant sun in some other galaxy

I feel that I an everything to her.

one of the best and the most painful things about time traveling has been the opportunity to see my mother alive.

My reflection in the mirror shows me pink and puffy. I thought pregnant women were to supposed to glow. I am not glowing.

...she could express her soul with that voice, whenver I listened to her I felt my life meant more than mere biology...she could really hear, she understood structure and she could analyze exactly what it was about a piece of music that had to be rendered just so...she was a very emotional person, Annette. She brought that out in other people. After she died I don't think I ever really felt anything again.

He made the boxes because he was lonely. He didn't have anyone to love, and he made the boxes so he could love them, and so people would know that he existed, and because birds are free and the boxes are hiding places for the birds so they will feel safe, and he wanted to be free and be safe. The boxes are for him so he can be a bird.

Now I wonder if it means that the future is a place, or like a place, that I could go to; that is go to in some way other than just getting older.