So much of her time spent like this: dreaming up things to say and never quite saying them.

He felt for a moment uncreated. Another kind of awake.

Every man with his own peculiar vice. His will hardly rock heaven or hell.

Cynicism is easy. An optimist is a braver cynic.

...it was necessary to love silence, but before you could love silence you had to have noise.

There is always room for at least two truths.

Part of me really wants to believe that hope is entirely available to all of us. We don't have to embrace it. It would be sentimental and silly to say that we all need it, but it is absolutely available to all of us.