When we talk about our lives, long or short, brief and tragic or enduring beyond comprehension, we impose a continuity on them, and that continuity is a lie.

“Just remember... life without me would be even more unbearable.”

“...But still, even now, to think of it, I feel something akin to that happiness…”

“Don't be a pawn in somebody's game. Find the attitude which gives you the maxim…”

“People swindle themselves out of Salvation with great regularity.”