Henry loves my hair almost as though it is a creature unto itself, as though it has a soul to call its own, as though it could love him back.

Every minute of his life since then has been marked by her absence, every action has lacked dimension because she is not there to measure against. And when I was young I didn't understand, but now, I know, how absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird.

I think play must have been invented so we wouldn't go mad thinking about certain things.

When you live with a woman you learn something every day. So far I have learned that long hair will clog up the shower drain befor you can say "Liquid-Plumr"; that it is not advisable to clip something out of the newspaper before your wife has read it, even if the newspaper in question is a week old; that I am the only person in our two-person household who can eat the same thing for dinner three nights in a row without pouting; and that headphones were invented to preserve spouses from each other's musical excesses.

You can still be cool when you’re dead. In fact, it’s much easier, because you aren’t getting old and fat and losing your hair.

Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?

...all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath.