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

Time expands and contracts. When it expands, it’s like pitch: it folds people in its arms and holds them forever in its embrace. It doesn’t let us go so easily. Sometimes you go back again to the place you’ve just come from, stop and close your eyes, and realize that not a second has passed, and time just leaves you there, stranded, in the darkness

Over and over, we begin again.

Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

I felt how important the simplest things were, like feeling proud, finding something funny, stretching yourself, retreating into yourself.

You have the nicest window, you know? None of the others can even compete. It´s not flashy like the others, or bleary – your window gives of this nice, quiet light.

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.