It’s like the grief has been covered over with some kind of blanket. It’s still there, but the sharpest edges are .. muffled, sort of. Then, ever now and then, I lift the corner of the blanket just to check, and .. whoa! Like a knife! I’m not sure that will ever change.

Smells could bring a person back clearer than pictures even could.

...he thought of dying as a kind of adventure, something new that he hadn't yet experienced. Like an unusual vacation trip.

In real life I avoid all parties altogether, but on paper I can mingle with the best of them

...it's closeness that does you in. Never get too close to people, son.

...if you catalogue grudges, anything looks bad.

There is no sound more peaceful than rain on the roof, if you're safe asleep in someone else's house.