But come. No explaining or mending. Be beside me somewhere.

Because it was starting to get dark, and because the streets were crowded, I bumped into a googolplex people. Who were they? Where were they going? What were they looking for? I wanted to hear their heartbeats, and I wanted them to hear mine.

Why do beautiful songs make you sad?' 'Because they aren't true.' 'Never?' 'Nothing is beautiful and true.

Cruelty depends on an understanding of cruelty, and the ability to choose against it. Or to choose to ignore it.

We are being very nomadic with the truth, yes?

One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be family.

I didn't feel empty. I wished I'd felt empty. ... I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone.