“Nothing happened today. And if anything did, I’d rather not talk about it, because I didn’t understand it.”

“I’d promised myself that I’d really work on talking more, talking about uncomfortable things, because I could see from Brian how well things could work out if you did.”

“It dawned on me then that I didn’t understand anything half as wellas I thought I did.”

“I didn’t feel that I had any good qualities. Or rather, none were good enough. Nothing I did or said was good enough, but I couldn’t make anyone understand the way I felt.”

“I’d rather have nobody to say anything to, than have nothing to say to anybody.”

“The books talked about it [the heart] as if it were a sump pump stuck down in the muck and mire of somebody’s backyard. Never in all my scientific reading did I encounter anything that talked about a broken heart. Never did I read anything about what the heart felt, how it felt or why it felt. Feeling and knowing weren’t important, only understanding”