At the same time I know that it’s not really their fault, at least not completely. I did my part too. I did it on a hundred different days and in a thousand different ways, and I know it. But this makes the anger worse, not better.

Here's one of the things I learned that morning: if you cross a line and nothing happens, the line loses meaning. It's like that old riddle about a tree falling in a forest, and whether it makes a sound if there's no one around to hear it. You keep drawing a line farther and farther away, crossing it every time. That's how people end up stepping off the edge of the earth.

It's amazing how close I have been, all this time, to my old life. And yet the distance that divides me from it is vast.

The details that are life's special pattern, like how in handwoven rugs what really makes them unique are the tiny flaws in the stitching, little gaps and jumps and stutters that can never be reproduced. so many things become beautiful when you really look.

this was what the game was really about. This was what true fear was—that you could never know other people, not completely. That you were always just guessing blind.

Do a good thing and something bad happens. Do a bad thing and something good happens . Do nothing and everything explodes.