In a world without love, this is what people are to each other: values, benefits, and liabilities, numbers and data. We weigh, we quantify, we measure, and the soul is ground to dust.

Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.

It is a ruined-world, a nonsense-place.

No guest rooms.” I shake my head resolutely. “I want to be in a room room. A lived-in room.

It strikes me how strange people are. You can see them every day - you can think you know them - and then you fшnd out you hardly know them at all.

I will make a pact with you: I will do it if you will do it, always and forever. Take down the walls.

This is what we are made for: promises, pledges, and sworn oaths of obedience.