There was a brief silence. I think I heard snow falling.

Quiet heroism or youthful idealism, or both? What do we know? That life without heroism and idealism is not worth living - or that either can be fatal?

Please, if one of us cries, let both of us cry. But preferably neither of us.

although science could pinpoint the exact spot in the brain that ignites rage, they had yet to identify the location that produces love.

There was a brief silence. I think I heard snow falling.

What can you say about a twenty-five year old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. The Beatles. And me.

And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried.