But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I'll get through today.

But it's a big ocean. It's an even bigger world. And maybe we've gotten as close as we're supposed to get.

Because I understand all the ways of trying to escape, how sometimes you escape one prison only to find you've built yourself a different one.

Sometimes we meet people and are so symbiotic with them, it's as if we are one person, with one mind, one destiny

Even if you find him. Even if he didn’t leave you on purpose, he can’t possibly live up to the person you’ve built him into.

He looks at one of the pictures for a long time. Then he looks at me. "I'll keep you up here." He taps his temple. "Where you can't get lost.

Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.