Everything seems simple until you think about it.

...all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath.

I never understood why Clark Kent was so hell bent on keeping Lois Lane in the dark.

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.

The cure might be worse than the problem

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.

Sometimes a thing is—too much—and it has to be isolated and put away." Martin shrugged. "So what's in the boxes is—emotion. In the form of objects."-Her Fearful Symmetry