The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, what a mess I am, I thought, what a fool, how foolish and narrow, how worthless, how pinched and pathetic, how helpless.

She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release.

It is my great hope that our paths, however long and winding, will cross again.

What were we spending so much time doing if not getting to know each other?

The secret was a hole in the middle of me that every happy thing fell into.

Weeks passed like boats waiting to sail into the starless dawn, we were full of aimless endless darkness.

Parents are always more knowledgeable than their children, and children are always smarter than their parents.