Half-drunk on well-creamed gas station coffee and the exhilarating loneliness of a freeway in nighttime.

She left me enough to rediscover the Great Perhaps.

I don't think your missing pieces ever fit inside you again once they go missing.

To be human is to catch the falling person.

And yes, again, that was it exactly. A retyper and not a writer. A prodigy and not a genius.

I knew that time would now pass for me differently than it would for him - that I, like everyone in that room, would go on accumulating loves and losses while he would not. And for me, that was the final and truly unbearable tragedy: Like all the innumerable dead, he'd once and for all been demoted from haunted to haunter.

I was blind and heart broken and didn't want to do anything and Gus burst into my room and shouted, "I have wonderful news!" And I was like, "I don't really want to hear wonderful news right now," and Gus said, "This is wonderful news you want to hear," and I asked him, "Fine, what is it?" and he said, "You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even imagine yet!