“I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.”
“This is a long goodbye, yet not time enough. I have no aptitude for this. I cannot learn this. I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.”
“Trying to remember, I have learned, is like trying to clutch a handful of fog. Trying to forget, like trying to hold back the monsoon.”
“If I could catch a Star and hold it in my hand. I would illuminate those whose life is not so grand.”
“When bitterness and emptiness are all that remains, a person tends to hold on to them with both hands.”
“If it rained knowledge, I'd hold out my hand; but I would not give myself the trouble to go in quest of it.”