“Pull a thread here and you’ll find it’s attached to the rest of the world.”

“My heart will still ache sometimes. Maybe more often than not. I think it's possible to be healed without feeling whole.”

“At times she had thought that this was the only kind of connection you could have with people—intense, inexplicable and ultimately incomplete.”

“In a very real way, then, materials are a reflection of who we are, a multi-scale expression of our human need and desires.”

“And, I think, this greening does thaw at the edges, at least, of my own cold season. Joy sneaks in: listening to music, riding my bicycle, I catch myself feeling, in a way that’s as old as I am but suddenly seems unfamiliar, light. I have felt so heavy for so long. At first I felt odd- as if I shouldn’t be feeling this lightness, that familiar little catch of pleasure in the heart which is inexplicable, though a lovely passage of notes or the splendidly turned petal of a tulip has triggered it. It’s my buoyancy, part of what keeps me alive: happy, suddenly with the concomitant experience of a sonata and the motion of the shadows of leaves. I have the desire to be filled with sunlight, to soak my skin in as much of it as I can drink up, after the long interior darkness of this past season, the indoor vigil, in this harshest and darkest of winters, outside and in.”

“Evil humans were afoot.”

“We met at a cross-roads in life, But we were going different directions. We were part of each other's lives, But only for a moment. The first person that you meet in life Won't necessarily be the one who's forever. Just look at you and me, And it's not hard to see that This is the moment before life goes on. We are still friends; We are still really good friends. Please tell me that you agree. But I'm not the one for you, And you just can't see yourself with me.”

“That is the prize: to realize, at the end, that every minute was worth fighting for with every ounce of blood and fire.”