there are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone.

...after all, who isn't a survivor from the wreck of childhood?

Because you can get free of everything except the space where things have been

When we went into the ocean, I watched his body as he dove into the waves, and it gave me a feeling in my stomach that wasn't an ache but something different.

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

I wished to punish her for her intolerable stoicism, which made it impossible for me to ever be truly needed by her in the most profound ways a person can need another, a need that often goes by the name of love.

Every year, the memories I have of my father become more faint, unclear, and distant. once they were vivid and true, then they became like photographs, and now they are more like photographs of photographs.