Don't despair, not even over the fact that you don't despair.

I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.

There are questions we could not get past if we were not set free from them by our very nature.

You're not cross with me, though?" he said. She pulled her hand away and answered, "No, no, I'm never cross with anyone.

This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

Heaven is dumb, echoing only the dumb.

He thought back on his family with deep emotion and love. His conviction that he would have to disappear was, if possible, even firmer than his sister's. He remained in this state of empty and peaceful reflection until the tower clock struck three in the morning. He still saw that outside the window everything was beginning to grow light. Then, without his consent, his head sank down to the floor, and from his nostrils streamed his last weak breath.