If you have ever lost a loved one, then you know exactly how it feels. And if you have not, then you cannot possibly imagine it.

I love meeting people who have absolutely no sense of irony. It's really fascinating to imagine what it would be like to go through life without understanding even the most basic of ironies.

Sometimes words are not enough. There are some circumstances so utterly wretched that I cannot describe them in sentences or paragraphs or even a whole series of books.

I have a dream of what would have happened if what happened instead hadn't.

So she loved him. She just did immediately and again often and clearly naturally and soundly and obviously and many others.

...you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit.

Like a church bell, a coffin, and a vat of melted chocolate, a supply closet is rarely a comfortable place to hide.