Everyone lives the way she knows best. What I mean by 'their happiness' is living a life untouched as much as possible by the knowledge that we are really, all of us, alone. That's not a bad thing.

Everything in life has some good in it. And when something awful happens, the goodness stands out even more--it's sad, but that's the truth.

Recognizing how totally ignorant you are is the only honest way to deal with people who've been through something traumatic.

We ran into lots of old friends. Friends from elementary school, junior high school, high school. Everyone had matured in their own way, and even as we stood face to face with them they seemed like people from dreams, sudden glimpses through the fences of our tangled memories. We smiled and waved, exchanged a few words, and then walked on in our separate directions.

The sky was incredibly far away, and beautiful enough to make a person wonder why our hearts are never so free.

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

The ritual of our daily lives permeate our very bodies.