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

yearning n. and adj. At te core of this desire is the belief that everything can be perfect.

There is a part of childhood that is childish, and a part that is sacred. Suddenly we are touching the sacred part -- running to the shoreline, feeling the first cold burst of water on our ankles, reaching into the tide to catch at shells before they ebb away from our fingers. We have returned to a world that is capable of glistening, and we are wading deeper within it.

I get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.

Putting up with the fear of being with the wrong person because you can't deal with the fear of being alone.

Two infinities: the one that stretches to the beginning but never touches-when you halve and halve and halve, infinitely-and then the one that spreads out into the endless, endless future, the endless, endless, distance.The set of infinities that is itself infinite.

Things are not magical because they've been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them.