I hope you never think about anything as much as I think about you.

She wants to know if I love her, that's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.

And yet and yet - the last secret of the tree of codes is that nothing can ever reach a definite conclusion. Nowhere as much as there do we feel possibilities shaken by the nearness of realization. The atmosphere becomes possibilities and we shall wander and make a thousand mistakes. We shall wander along yet not be able to understand.

We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other.

Technology celebrates connectedness, but encourages retreat.

We could imagine all sorts of universes unlike this one, but this is the one that happened.

Your dad didn't die, so I won't be able to explain it to you.