“‎You're not the same as you were before," he said. You were much more... muchier... you've lost your muchness.”

“I know one thing for certain; it is much harder to tell whether you are lost than whether you were lost, for, on many occasions, where you are going is exactly where you are. On the other hand, if you often find that where you've been is not at all where you should have gone, and, since it's much more difficult to find your way back from someplace you've never left, I suggest you go there immediately and then decide.”

“It's all right. I'm not upset. After all, they were just things. When you've lost your mother and your father, you can't care so much about things, can you?”

“You are special. That's why i didn't make moves on you before. I didn't see you the same way i saw other women. You were so much more.”

“We're running out of time, he said. As if time were the kind of thing you could run out of, as if it were measured into bowls that were handed to us at birth and if we ate too much or too fast or right before jumping into the water then our time would be lost, wasted, already spent.”

“I said I *liked* being half-educated; you were so much more *surprised* at everything when you were ignorant.”