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

You're the oddest person I've ever met, you couldn't get rid of me if you tried.

I'm bored with knitting. I've taken up arson.

Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning. I want to be free to act, and I also want my actions to mean something.

Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust. Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you.

Love the world and yourself in it, move through it as though it offers no resistance, as though the world is your natural element.

He is coming, and I am here.