ice contains no future , just the past, sealed away. As if they're alive, everything in the world is sealed up inside, clear and distinct. Ice can preserve all kinds of things that way- cleanly, clearly. That's the essence of ice, the role it plays.

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.

What would tomorrow bring? I wondered. Both hands on the wheel, I closed my eyes. I didn’t feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing. What would become of me tomorrow I did not know.

But didn't you say you were satisfied with your life?" "Word games," I dismissed. "Every army needs a flag.

Don't feel sorry for yourself. Only arseholes do that.

To sleep with a woman: it can seem of the utmost importance in your mind, or then again it can seem like nothing much at all. Which only goes to say that there's sex as therapy (self-therapy, that is) and there's sex as pastime.