What nobody understood then is this: The only way that you achieve what you want and fulfill your dreams and become great is by demanding that sort of attention. You have to make it happen.

I could write another collection of personal essays from what has happened to me in the last year alone. I don't seek out my material - it finds me. I am magnetic, somehow.

It terrified me to consider: What if, as a grown-up, I craved another body beside me as still as this one? What then?

...handsome people are always interesting to watch. But a handsome person in crisis is riveting.

There is no shame in being hungry for another person. There is no shame in wanting very much to share your life with somebody.

There's not enough of me left over.

No matter how huge your loss, as long as you remain engaged with your life, the best days of your life may still be ahead of you. Don't misunderstand me: the pain of your loss will remain with you for the rest of your life. But great joy will be there right beside it. Deep sorrow and deep joy can exist within you, side by side. At every moment. And it's not confusing. And it's not a conflict.