"I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, my cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it."
"That secret was a hole in the middle of me that every happy thing fell into."
"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living."
"It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss."
"Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never think about anything as much as I think about you."
"It broke my heart into more pieces than my heart was made of, why can't people say what they mean at the time?"
"The mistakes I've made are dead to me. But I can't take back the things I never did."
"There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him, so I buried them, and let them hurt me."
"I said, I want to tell you something. She said, you can tell me tomorrow. I had never told her how much I loved her. She was my sister. We slept in the same bed. There was never a right time to say it. It was always unnecessary. I thought about waking her. But it was unnecessary. There would be other nights. And how can you say I love you to someone you love? I rolled onto my side and fell asleep next to her. Here is the point of everything I have been trying to tell you, Oskar. It's always necessary."
