It was getting hard to keep all the things I didn't know inside me.

I spent my life learning to feel less.

Anyway, the fascinating thing was that I read in National Geographic that there are more people alive now than have died in all of human history. In other words, if everyone wanted to play Hamlet at once, they couldn’t, because there aren’t enough skulls!

The end of the world has come often, and continues to come.

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.

I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.