It was watching Madeline Alby eat cheese with every ounce of her being, like it was the first and best time, that made him realize that he had never really tasted cheese, or crackers, or life. And he didn't want his daughter to live that way. He'd moved her into her own room the night before...He hadn't slept well, and had gotten up five times during the night to check on her, only to find her sleeping peacefully, but he could lose a little sleep if Sophie could go through life without his fears and limitations. He wanted her to experience all the glorious cheese of life.

Nobody's perfect... Well, there was this one guy, but we killed him.

Oh, I get it," I said. "It's a parable. Cute. Let's go eat.

Life is loneliness, broken only by the gods taunting us with friendship and the odd bonk

Hope is bulletproof, truth just hard to hit

Actually, orcas aren't quite as complex as scientists imagine. Most killer whales are just four tons of doofus dressed up like a police car.

He was a writer and words were his weapons.