The very life of any creature is a quick-fading spark in fathomless darkness.

I’m thankful that everything sweet is sweet because it is finite.

When I lost my sight, Werner, people said I was brave. When my father left, people said I was brave. But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life. Don't you do the same?

She is in charge of everything, but no one knows. It is a tremendous burden, she says, to be responsible for every little thing, every infant born, every leaf falling from every tree, every wave that breaks onto the beach, every ant on its journey.

I've been getting into Nick Drake lately, the folk singer. Sad, gorgeous stuff.

What the war did to dreamers.