She taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. She made me different.

We had to forgive to survive the labyrinth

Augustus, perhaps you’d like to share your fears with the group.” “My fears?” “Yes.” “I fear oblivion,” he said without a moment’s pause. “I fear it like the proverbial blind man who’s afraid of the dark.” “Too soon,” Isaac said, cracking a smile. “Was that insensitive?” Augustus asked. “I can be pretty blind to other people’s feelings.

It was psychological trick called empathic listening. You say what the person is feeling so they feel understood.

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.

We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations.

"I think forever is an incorrect concept," I answered. He smirked. "You're an incorrect concept." "I know. That's why I'm being taken out of the rotation".