“I fantasized how no matter what happened, no one could ever come between us, call it wishful thinking, I called it a fact.”

“I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.”

“I understood that the man I was calling for could never ever come back. Because I understood that the man that I was calling for was dead.”

“I'd always thought that I understood this, but lately I realize that what I call "understanding" is basically just fantasizing.”

“There are two types of visions. Those that will happen no matter what, and those that can be stopped. Now more than ever, I wish I could tell them apart.”

“No matter what else happens,' he said,'no matter what else you discover has happened, hold on to work. Work is the last, the most important, the only frontier. Everything else comes and goes - but work stays. The one friend, the one parent, the one child, the one lover. It's the only thread we've got to guide us through this labyrinth we call a life.”