“We just stood there, facing each other, but nine floors apart.”

“I saw Herschel and he saw me and we stood next to each other because that is what friends do in the presence of evil or love.”

“We tried so hard. We were always trying to help each other. But not because we were helpless. He needed to get things for me, just as I needed to get things for him. It gave us purpose. Sometimes I would ask him for something that I did not even want, just to let him get it for me. We spent our days trying to help each other help each other. I would get his slippers. He would make my tea. I would turn up the heat so he could turn up the air conditioner so I could turn up the heat.”

“We had everything to say to each other, but no ways to say it”

“That's the difference between heaven and hell! In hell we starve! In heaven we feed each other!”

“We looked at each other until it felt like everything would burst into flames”

“We shared the smile of recognizing ourselves in each other, how many imposters do I have? Do we all make the same mistakes, or has one of us gotten it right, or even just a bit less wrong, am I the imposter?”