We tire differently if we love or love not.

I have a very basic notion of the structure the book might have - that's mostly it. The rest is luck and happenstance.

Sunday was always the best of days for being the self you had intended to be, but were not, for one reason or another.

Not that believing such things has anything to do with whether they are true. You see that, don't you?

Three things are required of you: the wishes you made when you first knew the breadth of this life; the contract you signed when you decided your wishes were not true or possible; and the exacting of the punishment you agreed to when you knew you would break the contract of your life.

That would be the death of anyone - to recognize false hopes with a certainty. One mustn't know that. If it is offered, refuse!

If he acts, if he doesn't, it's meaningless. The whole thing goes forward. No one is important. No one at all.