Time moves in it special way in the middle of the night.

This is the extent of his knowledge of the sea: it was very big, it was salty, and fish lived there.

But metaphors help eliminate what separates you and me.

But this thing, whatever it was, this mistlike something, hung there inside my body like a certain kind of potential. I wanted to give it a name, but the word refused to come to mind. I’m terrible at finding the right words for things. I’m sure Tolstoy would have been able to come up with exactly the right word

It's a terrible thing when a person dies, whatever the circumstances. A hole opens up in the world, and we need to pay the proper respects. If we don't, the hole will never be filled in again.

Everytime you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart.

Crying is personal. On the other hand, laughing is more general . Laughing makes our hearts wider.