““I pointed at, Something. He pointed at, Nothing. I pointed at, Something. Nobody pointed at, I love you. There was no way around it. We could not climb over it, or walk until we found its edge. I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live, Oskar. Because if I were able to live my life again, I would do things differently. I would change my life. I would kiss my piano teacher, even if he laughed at me. I would jump with Mary on the bed, even if I made a fool of myself. I would send out ugly photographs, thousands of them.””
