I am growing stronger. I am a stone being excavated by the slow passage of water; I am wood charred by a fire.

We can never understand. We can only try, fumbling our way through the tunneled places, reaching for light.

Every choice is limited. That's life.

It was as though the darkness was a sheet of raw cookie dough and someone had just taken a cookie cutter and made a child-sized shape out of it.

It's too late. I've seen things...I've lost things you can't understand.

Like I've been sketched by an amateur artist: if you don't look too closely, it's all right, but start focusing and all the smudges and mistakes become really obvious.

You must hurt, or be hurt.