You have peace," the old woman said, "when you make it with yourself.
I like myself better when I'm with you.
Mortality means you don't have forever to work things out. You can live your life unexamined but then on the last day you're going to think: 'I've left things a little late.
She was like a wound beneath an old bandage, and he had grown more used to the bandage.
...the human spirit knows, deep down that all lives intersect.
But hurting ourselves to inflict pain on others is just another cry to be loved.