I have nothing to say for myself, only that I have always tried to make this earth a little bit better

I didn't know the inner me was hungry," I said to Art. "That's because it already starved to death.

You know someone for a while and then one day a hole opens underneath them, and they fall out of your world.

She just knew that even when you had nothing, you still had love.

She'd thought love had something to do with happiness, but it turned out they were not even vaguely related. Love was closer to a need, no different from the need to eat, to breathe.

The soul may not be destroyed. The soul goes on forever. Like the number pi, it is without cessation or conclusion. Like pi it is a constant. Pi is an irrational number, incapable of being made into a fraction, impossible to divide from itself. So, too, the soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you.

It bewildered Ig, the idea that a person could not be interested in music. It was like not being interested in happiness.