Capitalism has resulted in material well-being but spiritual bankruptcy.

The only way we know it's true is that we both dreamed it. That's what reality is. It's a dream everyone has together.

But in the end it wasn't up to me. The bigs things never are. Birth, I mean, and death. And love. And what love bequeaths to us before we're born.

But that was in the days when they expected perils to come from without, and nothing made less sense by that time than a survival room buried in a house itself becoming one big coffin.

We listened to them, but it was clear they'd received too much therapy to know the truth.

We realized that the version of the world they rendered for us was not the version of the world they really believed in.

In the end, it wasn't death that surprised her but the stubbornness of life.