I want him to be happy. And I want you to be happy, too. Even if you can only find that happiness without me.

Whatever enjoyment I might have had at the time would disappear overnight like snow melting on a warm roof.

I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to my grief. It felt better, somehow, to be helpless. I didn't feel ashamed.

I cannot imagine how I will cope when I discover that my life is behind me, has already happened, and I have nothing to show for it. No treasure house of collection, no wealth of experience, no accumulated wisdom to pass on. What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?

There are memories I a better off without. Things better lost forever.

‎"Is it possible to both want and not want something at the same time? For desire to ride with fear?

It's so difficult, isn't it? To see what's going on when you're in the absolute middle of something? It's only with hindsight we can see things for what they are.