The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.

What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay.

He may be dead; or he may be teaching English.

Life is brief and to have to spend every day of it doing what somebody else wants you to do is not the way to live it.

He thought that in the history of the world it might even be that there was more punishment than crime but he took small comfort from it.

Peering down into the water where the morning sun fashioned wheels of light, coronets fanwise in which lay trapped each twig, each grain of sediment, long flakes and blades of light in the dusty water sliding away like optic strobes where motes sifted and spun.

Each the others world entire.