“Being alive, if you had to define it, meant emitting a variety of smells”

“The darkness behind my closed eyelids was like the cloud-covered sky, but the gray was somewhat deeper. Every few minutes, someone would come and paint over the gray with a different-textured gray - one with a touch of gold or green or red. I was impressed with the variety of grays that existed. Human beings were so strange. All you had to do was sit still for ten minutes, and you could see this amazing variety of grays.”

“It’s precisely because of the pain, the we can get the feeling, through this process, of really being alive—or at least a partial sense of it.”

“The pillow smells like the sunlight, a precious smell.”

“There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.”

“Defining that special something isn't easy, but when you gazed into her eyes, you could always find it, reflected deep down inside.”

“Sometimes when I'm with you, I remember things I lost when I was your age. Like I remember the sound of the rain and the smell of the wind.”