Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away.

Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up, and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in. It’s not so much, what’s the point? It’s more like, what’s the difference?

All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time.

As long as we can love each other, and remember the feeling of love we had, we can die without ever really going away.

What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?

but then she did. she died. no more visits, no more phone calls. And without even realizing it, I began to drift, as if my roots had been pulled, as if I were floating down some side branch of a river.

Man wants to own his existence. But no one owns time.