When you need to hold onto something, you should. Whatever gets you through, take it.

I want to write my life. I want to be able to write my life. You are a second away from saying it. You have no idea how much I love you.

How sad it must be for you to be nothing more than a hollow statue, to have your tomb preserved and your story forgotten.

And I, who have never thought in terms of a life, think to myself that I could make a life out of this.

His books are kept on freestanding shelves hung at different angles on a sea-green wall. They defy gravity, as good books should.

But the thing about a cry for help is that someone else needs to be around to hear it.

Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.