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

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.

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.

When things get really bad, you take comfort in the placeness of a place.

Why is it that everything I eat when I’m with you is so delicious?’ I laughed. ‘Could it be that you’re satisfying hunger and lust at the same time?

Was that what it means to be an adult, to live with ugly ambiguities?

At that moment I had a thrilling sharp intuition. I knew it as if I held it in my hands: In the gloom of death that surrounded the two of us, we were just at the point of approaching and negotiating a gentle curve. If we bypassed it, we would split off into different directions. In that case, we would forever remain just friends.