I’m me, and at the same time not me. That’s what it felt like. A very still, quiet feeling.

I have these realistic dreams and snap wide awake in the middle of the night. And for a while I can't work out what's real and what isn't... That kind of feeling. Do you have any idea what I'm saying?

Your work should be an act of love, not a marriage of convenience.

We all die and disappear, but that's because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss.

The unwaking world was as hushed as a deep forest.

But I didn't understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.

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