Life isn't life if you just float through it.

I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you.

Now, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came from—this sense that everything is lost, and worthless, and meaningless.

I can admit, now, that I must have loved Lena. Not in an Unnatural way, but my feelings for her must have been a kind of sickness. How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

They’d already taken her from me once. I didn’t want to lose her again.

Direction, like time, is a general thing, the deprived of boundaries and borders. It is an endless process interception and reinterception, doubling back and adjusting.

You came form different starts and you'll come to different ends.