"I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, and I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only person in the world, then, who never becomes sad. Perhaps I am lucky."
"She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life."
"I don't think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem."
"You are the only one who has understood even a whisper of me, and I will tell you that I am the only person who has understood even a whisper of you."
"She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum."
"I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you."