Everything before the final 60 pages is fluff.
"When we walk out of here today—when tomorrow morning comes—I will be somebody else, not exactly the same as I am right now. Maybe that’s all that dying is."
There’s an astounding mark of intelligence in what Cohen left us, a meta-physical dialogue, to be awed and appreciated.
She was different than any average “happy” person I knew. It seemed her joy truly came from within, and I knew why.
"Were not all difficulties and evil in the world conquered as soon as one conquered time, as soon as one dispelled time?"
"Who would take this hog into his arms and comfort him, reward him for his work well done, and show him the meaning of his sacrifice?"