“I didn’t get your letter. I did receive it, but I didn’t understand it.”

“It dawned on me then that I didn’t understand anything half as wellas I thought I did.”

“While I did that, my own eyes got wet, not fakely, and I blinked the wetness away because it was not my privilege to be sad. Leonard Brodsky was the one who was hurt, and I was the one who’d hurt him, and it didn’t matter that I hadn’t wanted to hurt him or that I didn’t know how I’d hurt him. It didn’t matter that I knew not what I did to him. It didn’t need a name to be wrong. It didn’t need reasons I could understand. Verbosity is like the iniquity of idolatry.”

“Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.”

“I realized that it was not that I didn’t want to go on without him. I did. It was just that I didn’t know why I wanted to go on”

“I didn’t go to the water park because it was raining, and I didn’t want to get wet.”