Her eyes were those of someone who's just fallen in love, someone who sees nothing but her lover, someone who has no fear of anything. The eyes of someone who believes that every dream will come true, that reality will move if you just give it a push.

I love feeling the rhythm of other people's lives. It's like traveling.

People who are going to get along really well know it almost as soon as they meet. You spend a little while talking and everyone starts to feel this conviction, you're all equally sure that you're at the beginning of something good. That's how it is when you meet people you're going to be with for a long time.

No matter where you are, you're always a bit on your own, always an outsider.

It was at once a miracle and the most natural thing in the world.

She was still there inside me now, just as she always was: a life put on hold, a memory I didn't know how to handle.

Why is it we have so little choice? We live like the lowliest worms. Always defeated - defeated we make dinner, we eat, we sleep. Everyone we love is dying. Sill, to cease living is unacceptable.