Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

Ordinary imperfect people, always choose similarly imperfect people as friends.

I don't know, there's something about you. Say there's an hourglass: the sand's about to run out. Someone like you can always be counted on to turn the thing over.

There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair.

You are a beautiful person, Doctor. Clearheaded. Strong. But you seem always to be dragging your heart along the ground. From now on, little by little, you must prepare yourself to face death. If you devote all of your future energy to living, you will not be able to die well. You must begin to shift gears, a little at a time. Living and dying are, in a sense, of equal value.

Running taught me to have faith in my skills as a writer. I learned how much I can demand of myself, when I need a break, and when the break starts to get too long. I known how hard I am allowed to push myself.

The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts.