No one actually needs another person or another person's love to survive. Love is when we have irrationally convinced ourselves that we do.

I wondered if the person who really loves you is the person who knows all your stories, the person who WANTS to know all your stories.

You can't avoid orphan stories, child. Every story is an orphan story. We are all orphaned sooner or later.

And I was crying for gravity. It had sent me down the stairs, and I'd thought that meant something, but maybe it was just the direction that all things tend to flow.

Life used to move much more quickly when I was a girl. We needed to abbreviate just to keep up.

In the end, the end of a life only matters to friends, family, and other folks you used to know. For everyone else, it's just another end.

Did you know that there are over three hundred words for love in canine?