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

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.

In Relativity, Matter tells Space how to curve, and Space tells Matter how to move.

Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It’s splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.

One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is what lies at the root of true harmony.

Cut out all the ropes and let me fall