That's when I realized that certain moments go on forever. Even after they're over they still go on, even after you're dead and buried, those moments are lasting still, backward and forward, on into infinity. They are everything and everywhere all at once. They are the meaning.

You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist

But this isn’t like anything I’ve ever seen, or imagined, or even dreamed: This is like music or dancing but better than both.

Why couldn't you let me have it? Why did you have to take it? Why did you always take everything?

And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: It's the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in that moment, the baffling mixture of pain and pleasure and fear and joy, all running sharply through me at once.

Is this freedom? Is it happiness? I don't know. I don't care anymore. It is different--it is being alive.

They didn’t get me, I should have said. They saved me.