I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But it was not until much later that I was able to get any real sleep. In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.

The most dangerous creature here would have to be me. So maybe I'm just scared of my own shadow.

I could disappear from the face of the earth, and the world would go on moving without the slightest twinge. Things were tremendously complicated, to be sure, but one thing was clear: no one needed me.

Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live.

I may not be the most likable person in the world, but I try not to upset people.

Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory.

Probably." "Again with the probablys." "A world full of probablys," she said.