You can send people letters, and show them photos, but they can never come to visit where you live. Unless you love them. And then they can burn it down.

First time you hear something, it sounds outlandish and broken and like it doesn't make sense. But once it's been in your head awhile it's as if the other thoughts in there wriggle out of the way to give it some room.

When you meet someone you love, then you change for good. That’s why the other person will never know or understand the earlier you, and why you can never change back. And why, when that person starts to go, you’ll feel the tear deep in your heart long before your head has the slightest clue what’s going on.

My limited experience of such things told me that you get closest to the truth by not giving it advance warning that you're coming after it.

Hell is being alive, and being alive is all there is.

Making something secret makes it too important, elevates it to the point where it runs your life from the shadows. If you hide what's at your core from other people for too long, sooner or later you end up hiding it from yourself and waking up with no idea of who you are.

You haven't seen untidiness until you've seen a room where gravity has failed twice in different directions.