Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.

You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.

...a Dorito asks nothing of you, which is its great gift. It only asks that you are not there.

I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.

It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It's the mathematical logic of being alive. If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.

I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.

That's the thing with handmade items. They still have the person's mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone. This is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.