“Nancy, every place you go, it seems as if mysteries just pile up one after another.”

“We cant go around picking up every pile of dust in the place just in case it turns out to be Gregor in the morning."-Pg.242-”

“He was beastly tired, but it was hard to stop. One more book, he had told himself, then I'll stop. One more folio, just one more. One more page, then I'll go up and rest and get a bite to eat. But there was always another page after that one, and another after that, and another book waiting underneath the pile. I'll just take a quick peek to see what this one is about, he'd think, and before he knew he would be halfway through it.”

“But feelings, they don't care about telling. They just go right on, piling on top of one another like a big sandwich.”

“When it seems impossible that a deep connection with another person could just go away instead of changing form. It seems impossible that you will one day look up and say the words "I used to date someone who lived in that building," referring to a three-year relationship. As simple as if it was a pizza place that is now a dry cleaner's. It happens. Keep walking.”

“It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down.”