It's tempting to imagine how we could hurt someone close, because it reminds us how fiercely we love them.

I don’t see the point of truth anymore, it causes just as much heartbreak as lying.

In the end I didn't know who I was crying for, but it was something my body wanted to do, as though trying to digest grief.

Language is like looking at a map of somewhere. Love is living there and surviving on the land.

Should you ever feel too lonely...listen for the roar of the sea- for in it are all those who've been and all those who are to come.

I want to do things for people they will never forget. Maybe that’s the best thing I can do in life.

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.