Not that running away's going to solve everything. I don't want to rain on your parade or anything, but I wouldn't count on escaping this place if I were you. No matter how far you run. Distance might not solve anything.

Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.

Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.

How wonderful it is to be able to write someone a letter! To feel like conveying your thoughts to a person, to sit at your desk and pick up a pen, to put your thoughts into words like this is truly marvelous.

Life is so uncertain: you never know what could happen. One way to deal with that is to keep your pajamas washed.

Something in her small eyes caught the sunlight and glistened, like a glacier on the faraway face of a mountain.

What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with.