As we go through life we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.

Waves of thought are stirring. In a twilight corner of her consciousness, one tiny fragment and another tiny fragment call out wordlessly to eachother, their spreading ripples intermingling.

If you think God’s there, He is. If you don’t, He isn’t. And if that’s what God’s like, I wouldn’t worry about it.

She curled up and pressed her cheek against his chest. Her ear was right above his heart. She was listening to his thoughts. "I need to know this," Aomame said. "That we're in the same world, seeing the same things.

It is the same with anything - you have to learn through your own experience, paying your own way. You can't learn it from a book.

The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living.

Death leaves cans of shaving cream half-used.