“We moved wordlessly from one room to another, from the room of the dead to the room where time lay in pages everywhere I looked.”
“In a world of fixed future, life is an infinite corridor of rooms, one room lit at each moment, the next room dark but prepared. We walk from room to room, look into the room that is lit, the present moment, then walk on. We do not know the rooms ahead, but we know we cannot change them. We are spectators of our lives.”
“Wandering from room to room discovering another side to the moon.”
“And then she moved from shock to grief the way she might enter another room.”
“Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.”
“I think one remains the same person throughout, merely passing, as it were, i these lapses of time from one room to another, but all in the same house.”