In the space between chaos and shape there was another chance.

Books and doors are the same thing. You open them, and you go through into another world.

I have a head for heights it's true, but no stomach for the depths. Strange then to have plumbed so many.

There is no greater grief than to find no happiness, but happiness in what is past.

Whether you want to call it God or the mystery of the cosmos doesn't matter to me.

…I noticed a woman whose face was a sea voyage I had not the courage to attempt.

Everyone thinks their own situation most tragic. I am no exception.