What? she said once to herself, and then once aloud, What? She felt a total displacement, like a spinning globe brought to a sudden halt by the light touch of a finger. How did she end up here, like this? How could there have been so much - so many moments, so many people and things, so many razors and pillows, timepieces and subtle coffins - without her being aware? How did her life live itself without her?

Sadness of not knowing enough words to [express what you mean].

Whether we change our lives or do nothing, we have responded. To do nothing is to do something.

I did not need to know if he could love me. I needed to know if he could need me.

Literature was the only religion her father practiced, when a book fell on the floor he kissed it, when he was done with a book he tried to give it away to someone who would love it.

Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.

The gift is for you...The surprise is for me.