You can’t divorce Margo the person from Margo the body. You can’t see one without seeing the other. You looked at Margo’s eyes and you saw both their blueness and their Margo-ness. In the end, you could not say that Margo Roth Spiegelman was fat, or that she was skinny, any more than you can say that the Eiffel Tower is or is not lonely. Margo’s beauty was a kind of sealed vessel of perfection – uncracked and uncrackable.

It's bad for your brain not to unplug.

When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.

That feeling of finishedness does not come all at once, and it is not easily won, but I think once you get there it is hard to go back.

But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us.

The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, there was no longer anyone to remember with.

Beware of that monster called 'self-loathing'.