You can count the dead, but you can't count the cost. We've got no math for Heaven.

I'm of the opinion that the real is imagined and the imagined is quite real. The real is imagined, in the sense that we shape our stories, so anything that even happens on the news gets shaped in a certain way and gets a texture, and that the imagined can be real.

One look at each other and it was immediately understood that they both needed a clean slate,,, The obliteration of memory.

He might have been naive, but he didn't care; he said he's rather die with his heart on his sleeve than end up another cynic.

I have the most charmed, most - I feel entirely blessed and lucky that I have the life that I have.

She was tired of everyone wanting to go to heaven, nobody wanting to die. The only thing worth grieving over, she said, was that sometimes there was more beauty in this life than the world could bear.

I know already that I will return to this day whenever I want to. I can bid it alive. Preserve it. There is a still point where the present, the now, winds around itself, and nothing is tangled. The river is not where it begins or ends, but right in the middle point, anchored by what has happened and what is to arrive.