“....whatever you do, with whom you do it or whether you do it alone, and when, and how, and why, to what mysterious end—it's balanced against nothing, against Death and forgetting. You balanced against oblivion.”
“You consider me for a moment, perhaps balancing the weight of your fear against the loneliness you will later feel in your room if you do not speak now”
“Why are you here? What do you want?" he whispered against my lips”
“You can always tell duty. It's what you don't want to do--it's what you fight against inside you. Duty's when you realize how it'll hurt other people and you choose between that and what would be easiest for you.”
“How do you file a restraining order against sadness?”
“I want to caution you against the idea that balance has to be a routine that looks the same week in and week out.”