That’s the thing you never expect about grieving, what a competition it is.

Loving someone is such an inherently dangerous act. And yet, love, that’s where safety lives.

I don’t discount a magical hand of fate. I am an actor, after all, and a Shakespearian, no less. But it can’t be the ruling force of your life. You have to be the driver.

Leaving people to jumped conclusions is sometimes simpler than explaining a complicated truth

We are like Humpty Dumpty and all these king's horses and all these king's men cannot put us back together again

He gives me a little shrug, like, of course, why else? And at this point, I really have no right to be surprised by people's capacity for kindness and generosity, but still, I am. I'm floored every time.

I want to ask him where that kitchen is. Where he's from. But he seems guarded. Or maybe it's me. Maybe making friends is a specific skill, and I missed the lesson.