Ever since college, I make friends. They get married. I lose friends.

Most people would never admit it, but they'd been bitching since they were born. As soon as their head popped out into that bright delivery-room light, nothing had been right. Nothing had been as comfortable or felt so good. Just the effort it took to keep your stupid physical body alive, just finding food and cooking it and dishwashing, the keeping warm and bathing and sleeping, the walking and bowel movements and ingrown hairs, it was all getting to be too much work.

Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes.

Yes, these are bruises from fighting and I'm okay with that.

Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them. This only looks like love.

You gain power by pretending to be weak. By contrast, you make people feel strong. You save people by letting them save you.

No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day.