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

Nothing exists in this world but me and my bed…” (p. 141).

As I grow older, much older, I will experience many things, and I will hit rock bottom again and again. Again and again I will suffer; again and again I will get back on my feet. I will not be defeated. I won't let my spirit be destroyed.

Me, when I'm utterly exhausted by it all, when my skin breaks out, on those lonely evenings when I call my friends again and again and nobody's home, then I despise my own life - my birth, my upbringing, everything.

What was important wasn't the fireworks, it was that we were together this evening, together in this place, looking up into the sky at the same time.

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

If you don’t say what you’re thinking, you end up lying when you really need to speak up.