“It is really a matter of ending this silence and solitude, of breathing and stretching one's arms again.”

“What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath.”

“Solitude matters, and for some people, it's the air they breathe”

“As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch. What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath.”

“no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . And then one fine morning—So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

“In the end it does not really matter whether I am successful in a thousand and one things. In the end the only thing that matters is whether or not I save my soul. And it's up to me!”