I am driven by a greater force than I can resist. I believe that force has its own reason and its own morality even if they may never be clear to me while I am alive

I don't like being rumbled, I like to be invisible.

That sense of happiness just out beyond my reach - I'm not sure I'd grasped that exactly, but I'd got something close to it, contentment maybe, or at least a functioning routine with regular rewards.

One of the hardest things about being alive is being with other people.

If you have only one life, you cant altogether ignore the question: are you enjoying it?

The thought of all that happiness was hard to bear. What's the point of happiness when all it does is throw the facts of dying into clear relief?

It was entirely silent and I tried to breathe its peace.