Memory is a tenuous thing, like a rainbow's end or a camera with a failing lens.

The only thing about myself I know for sure is that I don't know anything.

You believe this is a game, and you may be right. But if you think you can play it better than me, think again.

Afraid to Die Loveless Because I think if you die without knowing love in this life, that's how you'll spend eternity. Alone. Frozen.

I know he did horrible things in the jungle. Things no amount of alcohol or pills could erase. War stains soldiers, all the way through their psyches, into their souls. I understand that, and could almost forgive him for taking his own life, to quiet the ghosts. But I can never forgive him for taking my mother with him.

Real love finds you once, if you're lucky.

I haven't cried since Mom died. I mean, after something like that, what's left to cry about, right? But I let myself cry now. Loss is loss. Doesn't take death to create it. (266)