You don't know, but I'm noticing.

We do not start as dust. We do not end as dust. We make more than dust. That's all we ask of you. Make more than dust.

Your life is inescapable. Unless you decide to escape it.

I couldn't remember ordinary moments, only the ones that had made an impression. Ordinary moments were the ones that fell away first.

Here's what breaks us: Even though we know better, we still want everything to be all right.

All this hoping for something- or someone- that's maybe hopeless. I'm having a hard time processing what I am supposed to believe, or if I'm even supposed to. There is too much information, and I don't like a lot of it.

We'd said we'd keep in touch. But touch is not something you can keep; as soon as it's gone, it's gone. We should have said we'd keep in words, because they are all we can string between us--words on a telephone line, words appearing on a screen.