There is only one thing my body remembers more clearly than how much I wanted him and that is how it felt when he was gone.

Living happily ever after with the person you love only works in books; “ever after” is only long enough if you’re fictional. And love can’t rescue anyone into eternal life.

I couldn’t help him, I couldn’t, how could I? Sorry. How do you tell a person not to want to die? I will love you when no one else has the strength to. I promise. I will never leave you alone again.

People always think they know what the dead would have wanted.

Only idiots pretend that who you are and what you do don’t matter.

Love? No, I don’t miss love. Love is not greatest or purest, it’s never a perfect blend, just an impure liquid, the kind you should really sniff before you taste. But the risk is you still might not notice it’s poisonous.

Evil has no meaning. That is the very definition of evil. But just because something hurts doesn’t mean that the reason for the pain is evil.

But I think you were trying to make a different point, Samir. To say that there is a limit to how unequal a society can become and continue to remain a stable democracy.

I no longer believe that I can stave off catastrophes by putting them into words.

If they asked me to choose now, I would have read the part about emptiness. That’s the only part that’s true. Everything is empty and futile. Chasing after the wind. We never get what we want.