Sophia

“Like all sentient beings, Fat Charlie had a weirdness quotient. For some days the needle had been over in the red, occasionally banging jerkily against the pin. Now the meter broke. From this moment on, he suspected, nothing would surprise him. He could no longer be outweirded. He was done. He was wrong, of course.”
― Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys

“There’d be plenty of time for mourning, I thought. It will come, probably on the sly, as I’ve heard these things always do, and there won’t be any getting off lightly, either. Anticipating sorrow to neutralize sorrow—that’s paltry, cowardly stuff, I told myself, knowing I was an ace practitioner of the craft. And what if it came fiercely? What if it came and didn’t let go, a sorrow that had come to stay, and did to me what longing for him had done on those nights when it seemed there was something so essential missing from my life that it might as well have been missing from my body, so that losing him now would be like losing a hand you could spot in every picture of yourself around the house, but without which you couldn’t possibly be you again.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“I lived in the dark so as not to be blinded when darkness came. Rehearse the pain to dull the pain. Homeopathically.”
― André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name

“It is something to which I have given much thought, but about which I have come to no conclusions.”
― Neil Gaiman, Stardust