I want my life to be mystifying," she declared, although she didn't know what she meant.

I thought about how stupid it is, that all of us are born destined to desire somebody else, though desire brings with it such disappointment and pain. Humankind's history must be scored bloody with heartbreak. This hankering for affection is a blight upon us.

My life was pouring out my feet and seeping through cracks in the floor; yet still I knelt and did not move, for fear she'd let go my hands. Let me stay, I wanted to beg: Please don't make me go.

It is scary, sometimes, Tomas admitted. But the scary bits are what make you brave.

I suppose that's what happens when you make other people's lives miserable: life gets miserable back at you.

Let me fly, let me see things that are hidden from other eyes.

I am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of the cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.