“So many objects, so many memories. Each was being labelled and packed away in bags just as it was in her mind. To be stored in an area that would sometime be called upon to teach and help in future life.”

“The world hadn't ever had so many moving parts or so few labels.”

“After departure, only invisible things are left, perhaps the life of the world is held together by invisible chains of memory and loss and love. So many things, so many people, depart! And we can only repossess them in our minds.”

“But you only get so many do-overs in this life, so many chances to, if not change your past, alter your future.”

“So many gods, so many creeds;
So many paths that wind and wind,
While just the art of being kind
Is all the sad world needs.”

“If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.”

“Sometimes I think depression should be called the coping illness. So many of us struggle on, not daring or knowing how to ask for help. More of us, terribly, go undiagnosed.”

“They were not half living, or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly.”

“It would seem to follow that the ‘invisible hand’ is not much help when it comes to practical legislation. There are too many areas of life where we cannot be relied upon to advance our collective interests merely by doing what we think is best for each of us. Today, when the market and the free play of private interests so obviously do not come together to collective advantage, we need to know when to intervene.”

“So many years of preparation, for what was called adult life: was it for this?”