Walk, first, through the fire, then philosophize.

There didn't seem to her any harm in it, and the make-believe was so comforting.

Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.

If time were a bolt of cloth,” said Om, “I would cut out all the bad parts. Snip out the scary nights and stitch together the good parts, to make time bearable. Then I could wear it like a coat, always live happily.

In the end, it’s all a question of balance.

How can time be long or short? Time is without length or breadth. The question is, what happened during its passing. And what happened is, our lives have been joined together.

I met my wife when we were both 19 or 20, at a music school where she was taking voice and piano lessons and I was doing classes in music theory and composition.