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"How can I describe the pool of grief into which I was now falling? I can't describe it, and so I won't try"

"Overnight, whole portions of what had been acknowledged as reality simply vanished. This is what happens when there's a war."

"How they'd loved to cut themselves on each other, taste their own blood. We were ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin? Sometimes she wants to put a match to him, have done with him; finish with that endless, useless longing."

"When you're young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You're your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too - leave them behind. You don't yet know about the habit they have, of coming back. Time in dreams are frozen. You can never get away from where you've been"

"You can never see yourself the way you are to someone else"

"Just when you need it, just when you could use an arm or a leg, suddenly the body has other things to do. It falters, it buckles under you; it melts away as if made by snow, leaving nothing much."

"The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself"

"Children belive that everything bad that happens is somehow their fault, and in this I was no exception; but they also believe in happy endings, despite all evidence to the contrary, and I was no exception in that either"

"Tell me where it hurts", she'd say. "Stop howling. Just calm down and show me where." But some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down. They can't ever stop howling.

Gods always come in handy, they justify almost anything