No single, individual moment is in and of itself unendurable.

If your fidelity to perfectionism is too high, you never do anything.

...the sun would leave my sky if I couldn't assume you'd simply come and tell me you were sad.

You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.

If you worship power, you will feel weak and afraid, needing ever more power over others to keep the fear at bay.

What if sometimes there is no choice about what to love? What if the temple comes to Mohammed? What if you just love? without deciding? You just do: you see her and in that instant are lost to sober account-keeping and cannot choose but to love?

The boy, who did everything well and with a natural unslumped grace the wraith himself had always lacked, and whom the wraith had been so terribly eager to see and hear and let him (the son) know he was seen and heard, the son had become a steadily more and more hidden boy, toward the wraith's life's end; and no one else in the wraith and the boy's nuclear family would see or acknowledge this, the fact that the graceful and marvelous boy was disappearing, right before their eyes. They looked but did not see his invisibility.