The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, there was no longer anyone to remember with.
All salvation is temporary
Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath.
And people are moody, dude. You gotta get used to living with people.
You know, like when you look in the mirror and the thing you see is not the thing as it really is.
It was psychological trick called empathic listening. You say what the person is feeling so they feel understood.