It is unrealistic to think you can have an inflexible identity that never has to give or take or make compromises.

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us...on the inside, looking out.

Why didn't he say goodbye? I gave myself a bruise. Why didn't he say 'I love you'?

[...]It is as if after surviving so much, there was no longer reason to survive.

We often use technology to save time, but increasingly, it either takes the saved time along with it, or makes the saved time less present, intimate and rich. I worry that the closer the world gets to our fingertips, the further it gets from our hearts.

She had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love at all, but doing something much more ordinary.