“No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.”
“The secret must stay and- according to scientists- the love will live. The heart is quite comfortable with secrets. After all, its home is a dark wet place tucked in among all the other organs who aren't talking either.”
“Don’t cry, Treasure. You’ll get me all wet and then I’ll melt. I’m made of sugar, don’t you know.”
“It's all like an ocean!" cried Dostoevski. I say it's all like cellophane.”
“There are all sorts of things that would be comforting. I expect an injection of morphine would be comforting... But to say that something is comforting is not to say that it's true. ”
“It's time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.”