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The great depths of the ocean are entirely unknown to us... Either we do know all the varieties of beings which people our planet, or we do not.

Photos are not lies. We might perform in them, but they are proof. They are evidence that two paths intersected and two people marked each other in some way, even if only for a moment.

Pokemon reference: you don't win because you have six of the same type. You need to have a varied group so that whatever someone throws at you, you're covered.

It occurs to me that Isaac and I will never be this close again. Time is pulling us apart. With every second that passes, the space between us widens. Today, I saw him yesterday. In a few days, it will have been last week. Then, last month. And there is nothing I can do to keep time from wedding more of itself between us. It is inevitable.

One, there was never any mention of this being a gathering. Two, I do not trust anyone who leaves home without a book. It is just not right.

Growing up, he'd say we spend our lives wrapping rubber bands around people. Some bands are so tight that you can feel them pulling you together. Some are loose and stretch for miles, there's so much give you hardly notice them. But you're still connected, and sooner or later...

After Isaac, after Todd. The life I built in twenty-four seconds is gone, but I can build a better one in twenty-three.

He has come to see in the priest [Father Ulisses] a man perfected by his suffering. A man to be imitated. Because to suffer and do something is to become someone. And that is what he is doing: He is doing something. He must strike onward to the High Mountains of Portugal and fulfil his quest.

Interesting paragraph on one's weeping personality. What insight.

What are we without the ones we love? Would we ever get over the loss? When he look in his eyes in the mirror when he shaves, he sees empty rooms. And the way he goes about his days, he is a ghost who haunts his own life.

The automobile is to Tomas "a pathetic admission that human life is no more than this: an attempt to feel at home while racing toward oblivion."

...every home now has this effect on him. Love is a house with many rooms, this room to feed the love, the one to entertain it, this one to clean it, this one to dress it, this lone to allow it to rest, and each of these rooms can also just as well be the room for laughing or the room for listening of the room for telling one's secretes of the room for sulking or the room for apologising or the room for intimate...

A murmuration: what a wonderful word!

It's the things you read at the age you are now which stick. Books crow-bar the world open for you.

Mothers are a thing you need, like air, she thought, and water. Even paper mothers were better than nothing; even imaginary ones. Mothers were a place to put down your heart. They were a resting stop to recover your breath.

Bea and Jack find each other. Jack gives Bea a very public present.

Good first chapter...

It takes some people a long time to work out exactly what they are here for.

Sometimes...people look up to people not for who they have been, but for what they could become. For what they know they could be.

Truth pixies: the inventors of Bonbons. Slightly less dramatic than hewlip leaves that explode heads...

Love this list: How to be Jolly even when times are bad:
1. Eat more gingerbread, chocolate, jam and cake.
2. Say the word 'Christmas'
3. Give someone a present. Like a toy, or a book, or a kind word, or a big hug.
4. Laugh, even if there is nothing to laugh about. Especially then.
5. Think of a happy memory. Or a happy future.
6. Wear something red.
7. Believe
from How to Be Jolly: The Father Christmas Guide

pixies not growing hew lip anymore...oh pooh and bother I liked that bit.

..you'll know when you find yourself, because then you will stop ageing.

He had lose his father. What terror could the world offer that was worse than that?

To lose someone you love is the very worst thing in the world. It creates an invisible hole that you feel you are falling down and will never end. People you love make the world real and solid and when they suddenly go away forever, nothing feels solid anymore.