Highs and lows make you feel that things matter, but they're nothing." "So what's something?" "Being reliable is something. Being good.

I woke up once in the middle of the night, and Buckminster's paws were on my eyelids. He must have been feeling my nightmares.

There are still many different ways to get stuck, existentially stuck. Feeling like, "This is worthless. I'm wasting my time, and I would be wasting the time of someone who tried to read this." It happens all the time.

The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned.

People who become used to saying little become used to feeling little.

i couldn't speak the language of his feelings