We are being very nomadic with the truth, yes?

It’s a rule that we never listen to sad music, we made that rule early on, songs are as sad as the listener, we hardly ever listen to music.

I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it's in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.

I believed him. I was not stupid. I was his wife.

She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.

To remember my values, I need to lose certain tastes and find other handles for the memories that they once helped me carry.

To feel alone is to be alone.