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

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

Fate is a ladder on which you cannot afford to miss a single rung. To skip out on even one step would mean you'll never make it to the top.

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

In places where a loved one has died, time stops for eternity. If I stand on the very spot, one says to oneself, like a prayer, might I feel the pain he felt? They say that on a visit to an old castle or whatever, the history of the place, the presence of people who walked there many years ago, can be felt in the body. Before, when I heard things like that, I would think, what are they talking about? But i felt I understood it now.

it'll be this kind of deep blue”she said. “The kind of color that somehow sucks your eyes and your ears and all your words —the color of a completely closed-in night

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.