Life is absolutely horrific, leading up to absolute horror.

If you haven't been in a war and are wondering how long it takes to get used to losing everything you think you need or love, I can tell you the answer is no time at all.

And after awhile of this my brain and my body and every single inch of me that was alive was flooded with the feeling that I was starving, starving for Edmond. And what a coincidence, that was the feeling I loved best in the world.

Somewhere along the line I'd lost the will not to eat.

Fate isn't some middle-aged man with a squint who won't recognize you if you change your clothes.

Fate is trying to kill me. I miss my dog. What's a doctor going to say? You're not ill, you're mad as a muffin? They'll either lock me up or tell me to get a grip and no one will believe the truth anyway.

Accept love instinctively, without responsibility or conditions.