We met each other when we were young, before we knew enough about disappointment, and once we did we found we reminded each other of it.

Sometimes I forget that the world is not on the same schedule as I. That everything is not dying, or that if it is dying it will return to life, what with a little sun and the usual encouragement.

David Grossman may be the most gifted writer I've ever read. [To the End of the Land is] powerful, shattering, and unflinching. To read it is to have yourself taken apart, undone, touched at the place of your own essence.

There is a fallacy that the powerful emotion of youth mellows with time. Not true. One learns to control and suppress it. But it doesn't lessen. It simply hides and concentrates itself in more discreet places. When one accidentally stumbles into one of these abysses, the pain is spectacular.

...we take comfort in the symmetries we find in life because they suggest a design where there is none.

Empty teacups gathered around her and dictionary pages fell at her feet.

...larger than life...I've never understood that expression. What's larger than life?