Things can be for the best and the worst at the same time.
It was scary how quickly and completely his past could be rewritten or overwritten. All those years felt worthwhile while they were happening, but only a few months on the other side of them and they were a gigantic waste of time. Of a life.
But I'm not mourning. I'm accusing them, Why did you? They chose it, they had control over their death, they decided it was time to leave and they left, they set up this barrier. They didn't consider how I would feel, who would take care of me. I'm furious because they let it happen.
They're avoiding me, they find me inappropriate, they think I should be filled with death, I should be in mourning.
A faked album, the memories fraudulent as passports; but a paper house was better than none and I could almost live in it, I'd lived in it until now.
He didn't love me, it was an idea of himself he loved and he wanted someone to join him, anyone would do.
The Eskimoes had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them, there ought to be as many for love
If it had happened to me I would have felt there was something special about me, to be raised from the dead like that; I would have returned with secrets, I would have known things most people didn't.
When you can't tell the difference between your own pleasure and your pain then you're an addict
Time is not a solid, like wood, but a fluid, like water or the wind. It doesn't come neatly cut into evensized lenghts, into decades and centuries. Nevertheless, for our purposes we have to pretend it does. The end of any history is a lie in which we all agree to conspire.
All of the dead are in the hands of the living
She's the kind of woman who wants what she doesn't have and gets what she wants and then despises what she gets
Nostalgia for him seizes her by the throat
Hope was the worst. As long as she had hope, how was she supposed to get on with her life?
It's astonishing what people will refuse to belive
Touch her and you'd get burned
They are as happy as they can be, given who they are. Though if they'd been different people they might have been happier
Very beautiful people have that effect, she thinks, they obliterate you
If you touched her, some of her might come off on you. She was contagious, and better left alone
All history is written backwards