And it was the kind of thing that loses the most important nuances when reduced to words. He had never told anyone about it, and he probably never would.

I'm not a fast thinker, but once I am interested in something, I am doing it for many years.

What I think is this: You should give up looking for lost cats and start searching for the other half of your shadow.

A person’s destiny is something you look back at afterwards, not something to be known in advance.

Holding this soft, small living creature in my lap this way, though, and seeing how it slept with complete trust in me, I felt a warm rush in my chest. I put my hand on the cat's chest and felt his heart beating. The pulse was faint and fast, but his heart, like mine, was ticking off the time allotted to his small body with all the restless earnestness of my own.

For a long time, she held a special place in my heart. I kept this special place just for her, like a "Reserved" sign on a quiet corner table in a restaurant. Despite the fact that I was sure I'd never see her again.

We were, the two of us, still fragmentary beings, just beginning to sense the presence of an unexpected, to be-aquired reality that would fill us and make us whole.