Everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does.
I knew that I would know more dead people. The bodies pile up. Could there be a space in my memory for each of them, or would I forget a little of Alaska every day for the rest of my life?
That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.
it is the nature of stars to cross
Caroline is no longer sufffering from personhood.
It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was talking about the pain, not about the living or dying. How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?