But let's not speak of what might have been. Let us speak instead of what is. You are whole.

Things are not at all what they seem to be: oh no, not at all.

[He] had the soul of a poet, and because of this, he liked very much to consider questions that had no answers.

I'm predisposed to think that as a people, we're hardwired to understand things through the telling of stories. I think that as human beings it's part of who we are.

And hope is like love...a ridiculous, wonderful, powerful thing.

Reader, you must know that an interesting fate (sometimes involving rats, sometimes not) awaits almost everyone, mouse or man, who does not conform.

I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me.