“Nothing made you feel so useless as another person's grief.”
“Nothing so precious as memory, nothing so useless.”
“What made you feel that stomach-churning agony for one person and not another? If Bridget were God, she would have made it against the law for you to feel that way about someone without them having to feel it for you right back.”
“I must be made of nothing to feel so much nothing.”
“My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel.”
“Nothing is so useless as a general maxim.”