...the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying.
…God is a giant quiltmaker. With an infinite variety of designs. And the quilt is grown so big and confusing, the pattern is impossible to see, the squares and diamonds and triangles don’t fit well together anymore, it’s all become meaningless. So He has abandoned it.
But in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.
Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.
Distance was a dangerous thing, she knew. Distance changed people.