It takes a year, nephew... a full turn of the calendar, to get over losing someone.

And it may be that love sometimes occurs without pain or misery.

A spinning coin, still balanced on its rim, may fall in either direction.

If life was an arc of light that began in darkness, ended in darkness, the first part of his life had happened in ordinary glare. Here it was as though he had found a polarized lens that deepened and intensified all seen through it.

It takes a year, nephew... a full turn of the calendar, to get over losing someone.

If you are looking for smart judging based on merit, skip the Academy Awards next year and pay attention to the Independent Spirit Awards.

He pressed his face into the fabric and breathed in slowly through his mouth and nose, hoping for the faintest smoke and mountain sage and salty sweet stink of Jack but there was no real scent, only the memory of it, the imagined power of Brokeback Mountain of which nothing was left but what he held in his hands.