You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.

Every morning is a battle between the superego and the id, and I am a mere foot soldier with mud and a snooze button on her shield.

Everybody's strange everywhere. Most of the trick of being a social animal is pretending you're not. But who do you fool? Nobody worth talking to.

I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried. For a year I have called every black tree Marya Morevna; I have looked for your face in the patterns of the ice. In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold.

In his own country, Death can be kind.

...her cry is a hook and it catches me in the throat.

We all just keep moving, September. We keep moving until we stop.