The sea is nothing but a library of all the tears in history.

Just because something is typed-whether it is typed on a business card or typed in a newspaper or book-this does not mean that it is true.

I suppose I'll have to add the force of gravity to my list of enemies.

Stealing, of course, is a crime, and a very impolite thing to do. But like most impolite things, it is excusable under certain circumstances. Stealing is not excusable if, for instance, you are in a museum and you decide that a certain painting would look better in your house, and you simply grab the painting and take it there. But if you were very, very hungry, and you had no way of obtaining money, it would be excusable to grab the painting, take it to your house, and eat it.

who would dare think that, forever? Some idiot girl who wouldn’t know how things played out.

There is a kind of crying I hope you have not experienced, and it is not just crying about something terrible that has happened, but a crying for all of the terrible things that have happened, not just to you but to everyone you know and to everyone you don’t know and even the people you don’t want to know, a crying that cannot be diluted by a brave deed or a kind word, but only by someone holding you as your shoulders shake and your tears run down your face.

I’m not a cuckoo, either. I’m a fool is what.