I'm being made aware of my mortality all the time.

...the human spirit knows, deep down that all lives intersect.

At that moment i felt lonelier than i'd ever felt before, and that loneliness seemed to squat in my lungs and crush all but my most minimal breathing. There was nothing left to say. Not about this. Not about anything.

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?

There was always a quest for more minutes, more hours, faster progress to accomplish more in each day. The simple joy of living between summers was gone.

I lived," Dor said, "but I was not alive.

Forgive yourself before you die. Then forgive others.