“Man, wow, there's so many things to do, so many things to write! How to even begin to get it all down and without modified restraints and all hung-up on like literary inhibitions and grammatical fears...”
“One can begin so many things with a new person! - even begin to be a better man.”
“These things are lost to oblivion like so much about so many who are born and die without anyone taking the time to write it all down. That Litvinoff had a wife who was so devoted is, to be frank, the only reason anyone knows anything about him at all.”
“Man will do MANY things to get himself loved. Man will do ALL things to get himself envied.”
“How did she end up here, like this? How could there have been so much - so many moments, so many people and things, so many razors and pillows, timepieces and subtle coffins - without her being aware? How did her life live itself without her?”
“There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.”