The two hardest things to contemplate in life ... are failure and age; those are one and the same.

Like all things in the universe, we are destined from birth to diverge. Time is simply the yard-stick of our separation. If we are particles in a sea of distance, exploded from an original whole, then there is a science to our solitude. We are lonely in proportion to our years.

The adventure of our first days together gradually blossomed into something else: a feeling I'd never had, which I can only compare to the sensation of returning home, of joining a balance that needs no adjusting, as if the scales of my life had been waiting for her all along.

Never invest yourself in anything so deeply that its failure could cost you your happiness.

...we both saw something we liked, a willingness to have no walls, or maybe just an unwillingness to keep them standing.

Adulthood it a glacier encroaching quietly on youth. When it arrives, the stamp of childhood suddenly freezes, capturing us for good in the image of our last act, the pose we struck when the ice of age set in.

The strong take from the weak, but the smart take from the strong.