Her glass wings are gone.

Touch comes before sight, before speech. It is the first language and the last, and it always tells the truth.

For if the world treats you well, Sir, you come to believe you are deserving of it.

We understand more than we know.

I don't think the relationship between novels and realities are one to one. Of course novels play different roles. It's essentially just a long narrative form. What you use that long narrative form for can be very different.

Messy love is better than none, I guess. I am no authority on sane living.

A suicide is both a rebuke to the living and a puzzle that defies them to solve it. Like a poem, suicide is finished and refuses to answer questions as to its final cause.