Oh, where is the Fairy Godmother of explanations when you need her?

No man would ever use both hands to hold a cup of tea, unless he was one day's march from the South Pole, with one chum dead in the snow, dogs all eaten and six fingers about to drop off. And even then he would look around the empty tent to check, in case anybody thought it was girly.

The great thing about unrequited love is it's the only kind that lasts.

Children are the proof we've been here . . . they're where we go to when we die. They're the best thing and the most impossible thing, but there's nothing else . . . Life is a riddle and they are the answer. If there's any answer, it has to be them.

The times you don't make it are the ones children remember, not the times you do.

People say that time is a great healer. Which people? What are they talking about? I think some feelings you experience in your life are written in indelible ink and the best you can hope for is that they fade a little over the years.

In death, we are not defined by what we did or who we were but by what we meant to others. How well we loved and were loved in return.