“I love you the way a drowning man loves air. And it would destroy me to have you just a little.”

“All these years I thought a piece of my life was missing. But it was there all along. It was there when I sat beside you in your car and you began to drive. It was there when I sang backwards and you laughed or I made a picnic and you ate every crumb. It was there when you told me you liked my brown suit, when you opened the door for me, when you asked once if I would like to take the long road home. It came later in my garden. When I looked at the sun and saw it glow on my hands. When a rosebud appeared where there had not been one before. It was in the people who stopped and talked of this and that over the garden wall. And just when I thought my life was done, it came time and time again at the hospice. It has been everywhere, my happiness – when my mother sang for me to dance, when my father took my hand to keep me safe – but it was such a small, plain thing that I mistook it for something ordinary and failed to see. We expect our happiness to come with a sign and bells, but it doesn’t.”

“...all that matters is the truth as you know it, and as the ones who love you know it.”

“I too entered the Lager as a nonbeliever, and as a nonbeliever I was liberated and have lived to this day.”

“Language tethers us to the world; without it we spin like atoms.”

“The trouble with dreaming is that we eventually wake up.”

“The problem with knowledge, is its inexhaustible craving. the more of it you have, the less you feel you know”

“I think you can do whatever you want. In the end, we all live the life we choose for ourselves.”