All the things she planned to feel, the way she planned to look and seem, the appropriate things she planned to say. None of them came to pass.

Life isn't just fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all. -William Goldman

She liked the life she had. She loved habits. She craved a day with nothing in it, a long, quiet stretch of hours in the studio.

Everything I ever said to you was true and is true.

It was hard to feel the right emotions at the right times. They didn’t come at all when you set a place for them, and they sacked when you weren’t ready, when you were just innocently flossing your teeth, for example, or eating a bowl of cereal.

He had to fight. That's all he had. Not memories, not experiences, not skills. He had a will. And his will was to fight until he couldn't fight anymore.

Luck never gives; it lends.