I had fallen out of my secure world, precipitated beyond the territories I had only begun to control so skillfully. What a foolish step to take. What an insane move to make.

I can't say why some memories float and other sink.

It's not easy to give up something you've had all your life.

What kind of heart does one have to have in order to be able to get rid of these, without regret, as if they were empty beer cans?

I'd rather stay asleep than have to learn all those frightening secrets.

Suddenly it all seemed luminously clear. Love had very little to do with fear and emotional sabotage; love had to do with trust.

When people die and especially when they die tragically, others can't help but get carried away. They come up with their implausible interpretation and usually resort to cheap psychology. A sense of fatalism is the only form of relief left.