What do babies dream of? She must be dreaming of the before-life, just as I dream of the afterlife.

Weeks passed like boats waiting to sail into the starless dawn, we were full of aimless endless darkness.

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

The paper, the stapler, the staples, the tape. It makes me sick. Physical things. Forty years of loving someone becomes staples and tape.

So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!

Well, let me leave it at this: if God does exist, He would have a great deal be sad about. And if He doesn’t exist, then that too would make Him quite sad, I imagine. So to answer your question, God must be sad.

If it weren't my life, I wouldn't have believed it.