The Schnauzer listens to jazz. I listen to jazz because he likes it, and I have even gone to jazz concerts with him, but truthfully I would rather listen to retarded children pounding on pan lids with wooden spoons.

This is what you should know about losing someone you love. They do not travel alone. You go with them.

I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.

Part of me believes that love is more valuable when you have to work for it.

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

But feelings, no matter how strong or “ugly,” are not a part of who you are. They are the radio stations your mind listens to if you don’t give it something better to do. Feelings are fluid and dynamic; they change frequently. Feelings are something you HAVE, not something you ARE. Like physical beauty, a cold sore, or an opinion. Admitting you feel rage or terrible pain or regret or some old, rotten blame does not mean these feelings are part of who you are as a person. What these feelings mean is, you have to change your thinking to be free of them.

Decisions are beautiful. They are the evidence of thought and care. Decisions are the polishing cloths of life.