Max lifted his head, with great sorrow and great astonishment. 'There were stars,' He said. 'They burned my eyes.’ ...from a Himmel street window, he wrote, the stars set fire to my eyes.

Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. (p.36)

I traveled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.

Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.

Make sure you live,' she said. 'As decent as you can. I know you'll make mistakes, but sometimes you're meant to, okay?

Just be patient, she told herself, and with the mounting pages, the strength of her writing fist grew.

She was saying goodbye and she didn't even know it.