"And then I crawled into his unmade bed, wrapping myself in his comforter like a cocoon, surrounding myself with his smell. I took out my cannula so I could smell better, breathing him and out, the scent fading even as I lay there, my chest burning until I couldn't distinguish among the pains."
"Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind."
"It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing."
"So dawn goes down today... Nothing gold can stay.-- Robert Frost"
"You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect."
"I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you."