“She told herself that life is short. This didn't mean that nothing mattered, only that when strange things happened there was often no turning back.”

“Everything comes to nothing in the end, I suppose. Or at least, nothing happens exactly the way we imagine it.”

“Love of my life. Love. Of. My. Life. A retrospectively absurd concept since the most I can say is that he was the love of a particular period of my life, and that it is the random vagaries of life itself, and never love, that define time limits. Meaning, to be in love and wish for its immortality is energy unwisely spent. The idea that we have any choice in the matter is the great illusion.”

“Not only good to be alive, but nice to come with a stranger. Intimacy? For now I want nothing of it. I am simply trying to emerge from the violent unnecessariness of death.”

“I understand only that a vast void, an emptiness, is needing to be filled. O the things we grasp at.”

“All summer it feels as if it will rain soon. All summer the strange feeling, 'something will break.”

“When you think you are in love, you don't want to know about the things that could end it.”