Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people’s lives. Yet from this fog his affection emerged – the best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to preserve a relation.
A cloud without you is only a clod.
It’s quite a company. It’s quiet company.
Even then, more than a year earlier, there were neurons in her head, not far from her ears, that were being strangled to death, too quietly for her to hear them. Some would argue that things were going so insidiously wrong that the neurons themselves initiated events that would lead to their own destruction. Whether it was molecular murder or cellular suicide, they were unable to warn her of what was happening before they died.
And her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
If I always told you the truth, I wouldn’t need you to trust me.
Love me slow, hallucinating
The lines that are dots, The beginning of us and others.
The lines that are drawn, We dare not cross those borders.
The lines that are smudged, With hesitation and commiserations.
The lines that are erased, As we carry on after our actions.
You honour the dead by going on. Even when you’re scared. You live because they don’t get to.
With facts what’s important is their weight and accuracy. Warmth is secondary.