So all I'm saying is, everything that seems important--our quarrels, or philosophical differences--in the end, it doesn't matter much. You know? In the end, what matters is what remains.

“like a drop of ink in a glass of milk”

“She wanted to explain everything to him—how certain notes of the Moonlight Sona…”

“All these tears shed in the world, where do they go? If one could capture all o…”

“Life happened. In all its banality, brutality, cruelty, unfairness. But also in…”