Sometimes, love brings you together even as life keeps you apart.
It's the thinking that gets you killed.
Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralysing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.
...You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.
Lost love is still love.
Mothers support certain illusions about their children, and one of my illusions was that I liked who I was, because she did. When she passed away, so did that idea.