Scratch a fantasy and you'll find a nightmare.
I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.
It's and old, old story: I had a friend and we shared everything, and then she died and so we shared that, too.
I'd confused need with love and love with sacrifice.
the territory of grief ... is both cruel and commonplace.
The real hell of this," he told her, "is that you're going to get through it.