“Letters are just pieces of paper," I said. "Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.”
“There was not a moving up into vacated places; there was simply an anachronistic staying on between a vanishing past and an incalculable future.”
“Once you've crossed over into that realm of nothingness, your story only really stays in the minds of those closest to you. And when they too vanish...”
“Riches take wings, comforts vanish, hope withers away,but love stays with us. Love is God.”
“What else can we dobut garden our shadowswhile far awaythe universe burns and vanishes.”
“All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.”