What a strange phrase — –not seeing other people. As if it’s been constructed to be a lie. We see other people all the time. The question is what we do about it.

It’s up to you, not fate. True. But it was also up to Lily. That was the trickiest part.

We love and we feel and we try and we hope.

She is my first and only love. Most people know that their first love will not be their only love. But for me, she is both.

For whatever reason, we like to focus on the 2 percent that's different, and most of the conflict in the world comes from that.

Part of growing up is making sure your sense of reality isn't entirely grounded in your own mind.

What separates us from the animals, what separates us from the chaos, is our ability to mourn people we’ve never met.