Sometimes I'm happy when he's gone, but I'm always happy when he returns. -Clare

CLARE: The library is cool and smells like carpet cleaner, although all I can see is marble.

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

I wish for a moment that time would lift me out of this day, and into some more benign one. But then I feel guilty for wanting to avoid the sadness; dead people need us to remember them, even if it eats us, even if all we can do is say "I'm sorry" until it is as meaningless air.

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

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.

I think play must have been invented so we wouldn't go mad thinking about certain things.