While it is always possible to wake a person who's sleeping, no amount of noise will wake a person who is pretending to be asleep.

...the meaning of my thoughts started to float away from me, like leaves that fall from a tree into a river, I was the tree, the world was the river.

She wanted nothing more than someone to miss, to touch, with whom to speak like a child, with whom to be a child.

Even if I don't like what I am, I know what I am. My children like what they are, but they don't know what they are. So tell me which is worse.

I started inventing things, and then I couldn't stop, like beavers, which I know about. People think they cut down trees so they can build dams, but in reality it's because their teeth never stop growing, and if they didn't constantly file them down by cutting through all of those trees, their teeth would start to grow into their own faces, which would kill them. That's how my brain was.

What if I never stop inventing?

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.