A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.

I remember a story I once heard about drowning: that when you fall into cold water it's not that you drown right away but that the cold disorients you and makes you think that down is up and up is down, so you may be swimming, swimming, swimming for your life in the wrong direction, all the way toward the bottom until you sink. That's how I feel, as though everything has been turned around.

It was all very strange, Mr. Gray thought, as he wiped the coffee canister clean with a sponge. Very, very mysterious. You were born; you lived a whole life; and at the end, you wound up in a coffee canister. "Ah, well," he said out loud quietly. "That's just the way things are. Life's a funny business." Death, he supposed, was the punch line.

...if you are one tardy away from missing out on a big competition, you should probably make your coffee at home.

I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we must all explode.

He looked at me like I was beautiful.

Are you sure you can't dematerialize? Not even a little?" "I'm sure.