i couldn't speak the language of his feelings

Highs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they're nothing." "So what's something?" "Being reliable is something. Being good.

I was more alone than if I had been alone.

My boots were so heavy that I was glad there was a column beneath us. How could such a lonely person have been living so close to me my whole life? If I had known, I would have gone up to keep him company.

I have made my own choice, which is vegetarianism, but it's not the choice I'm imposing on anybody else.

We are being very nomadic with the truth, yes?

His voice was handsome and broken, like a cobblestone street.