“How you die out in me:down to the lastworn-out knot of breathyou're there, with a splinter of life.”
“How could one find out about life when one was about to die?”
“It was like looking at a knot, knowing it was a knot, but not knowing how to untie it. I had no map for this life.”
“Life isn't about you or me. If me , you , him or her died life isn't going to die out or disappear it keeps on living. Always.”
“Love made you admire funny things about a person, like how good she was at remembering to return her library books and at slicing cucumbers very thin. She was a veritable wonder at pulling a splinter out of her foot.”
“I would rather live my life as if there is a god and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is.”