She was a monster, but she was my monster.

I like to look at how people work together when they are put into stressful situations, when life stops being cozy.

Only the impossible is worth the effort.

Life was a pre-death experience.

Do you wake up as I do, having forgotten what it is that hurts or where, until you move? There is a second of consciousness that is clean again. A second that is you, without memory or experience, the animal warm and waking into a brand new world. There is the sun dissolving the dark, and light as clear as music, filling the room where you sleep and the other rooms behind your eyes.

No emotion is the final one.

The key to happiness ... is tolerance of those who do not do as you do.