I miss him as soon as he goes. When he isn't with me, I think I made him up.
Maybe you should say goodbye, Cal.' 'No.' 'It might be important.' 'It might make her die.
. . . my bones they'll burn or bury. It'll be my death.
I'm me and you're you, and all of them out there are them. And we're all so different and equally unimportant.
I made a fatal error thinking he could save me.
a little bird moves a mountain of sand one grain at a time it picks up one grain every million years and when the mountain has been moved the bird puts it all back again and that's how long eternity is and that's a very long time to be dead