An Abundance of Katherines

The thing about chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to where nothing is real.

I feel like, like, how you matter is defined by the things that matter to you. You matter as much as the things that matter to you do.

Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears. But the feeling Colin had was some horrible opposite of crying. It was you, minus something.

People are supposed to care. It’s good that people mean something to you, that you miss people when they’re gone.

You can love someone so much, he thought. But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

myopia. He was nearsighted. The future lay before him, inevitable but invisible.

mysterium tremendum et fascinans

“Everywhere man blames nature and fate, yet his fate is mostly but the echo of his character and passions, his mistakes and weaknesses.”