You can count the dead, but you can't count the cost. We've got no math for Heaven.

How inevitable it is; we step into an ordinary moment and never come out again.

The tunnels of our lives connect, coming to daylight at the oddest moments, and then plunge us into the dark again. We return to the lives of those who have gone before us, a perplexing möbius strip until we come home, eventually, to ourselves.

People are good or half good or a quarter good, and it changes all the time- but even on the best day nobody's perfect.

They told me Corrigan smashed all the bones in his chest when he hit the steering wheel. I thought, Well at least in heaven his Spanish chick'll be able to reach in and grab his heart.

You cannot read any image of the World Trade Center without thinking of 9/11.

Pain's nothing. Pain's what you give, not what you get.