It is almost impossible to capture true sadness; it is a deep-sea creature that can never be brought into view. I say that I remember being sad, but in truth I only remember mornings when that person in the bed – the person in which I was contained – could not wake up, could not go to work, could not even do the things that she knew would save her, and instead did only what was bound to destroy her. – The Impossible Lives of Greta Wells, Andrew Sean Greer