Reading it the night before, I'd wondered if it would be like that for me-if in one moment, I would finally understand her, know her, and understand the role I'd played in her dying. But I wasn't convinced enlightenment struck like lightining.

I was a bit of a Victorian Lady, fainting-wise.

You could drive past it without noticing and from what I understand, you ought to.

There's your labyrinth of suffering. We are all going. Find your way out of that maze.

It's like people believe all you need to do is like the same bands in order to be soulmates. Or book. Oh my god...you like The Outsiders too...it's like we're the same person! No, we're not. It's like we have the same English teacher. There's a difference.

Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

One of the others shouted a translation: "The beautiful couple is beautiful.