The most understandable thing in the world should be how minutes lead to hours, how hours lead to days, how days can make a year. And yet, this neat progression can still be surprising.

I think of friendship in terms of love.

As if when someone close to us dies, we momentarily trade places with them, in the moment right before. And as we get over it, we’re really living their life in reverse, from death to life, from sickness to health.

I only have eyes for you.

What separates us from the animals, what separates us from the chaos, is our ability to mourn people we’ve never met.

I guess I don't believe these things can ever be easy, although I also don't see why they have to be hard.

This is the trap of having something to live for: Everything else seems lifeless.