When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.
You die and die and then you are beyond death.
A universe whose only claim to be believed in rests on the validity of inference must not start telling us the inference is invalid.
To love at all is to be vulnerable.
To walk out of his will is to walk into nowhere.
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.