I want to know why this is such a part of me. I want to know why this thing that happened to other people has happened so much to me. I keep looking for the lesson.

He doesn’t just look upset—he looks newly blind. There is such loss in his eyes, and it permeates every other part of his body.

The word I think of is precarious. I am struck by how precarious it all is. How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them.

motif, n. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you.

It won't be a normal life-I know that. But it will be a life. A life together.

I don't get this at all. It's like protesting the fact that some people are red-haired.

It's only a game if there is an absence of meaning. And we've already gone too far for that.