I learned that if I ever claim sexual harassment, I will be confronted with every bozo I once dated, every women I once impressedas snotty and superior, and together they will provide a convenient excuse to disbelieve me.

[In the aftermath of death] Small talk feels too small, big talk too enormous.

Life is made up of moments, small pieces of glittering mica in a long stretch of gray cement.

Don't ever forget the words on a postcard that my father sent me last year: "If you win the rat race, you're still a rat.

Loss as muse. Loss as character. Loss as life.

And a great misunderstanding is that children think their parents are grown-up, and parents feel obliged to act as if they were.

What I expect from my male friends is that they are polite and clean. What I expect from my female friends is unconditional love, the ability to finish my sentences for me when I am sobbing, a complete and total willingness to pour their hearts out to me, and the ability to tell me why the meat thermometer isn't supposed to touch the bone.