It seems to me that a man who is incapable of humor is capable of cruelty.

Even if you forget everything else I want you to always remember that you are a person of value, and you have a friend who loved you enough to give you his most valued possession.

It seems to me that a man who is incapable of humor is capable of cruelty.

It was like that. Sometimes I'd go for a period—days or weeks—without feeling the full sweep of my loss, and then as unexpected as a thunderclap, the realization would rip the protective coating from my senses. Maybe that's the way it is with trick knees and aging griefs. Totally pain free one moment and absorbingly painful the next.

Like the Bible tells us, when a man will lay down his life for a friend, well, then there ain't no greater love in this here world than that.

And marking off time struck me as something like counting empty spaces—spaces you know can't ever be filled.

What do you know about sooner or later? Is a moment only a moment when you're in pain?