The honour of physical decline is waiting, and you have to get used to that reality.
It seems to me that very sad things always contain an element of the comical
There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.
It's like a kid standing at the window watching the rain.
Animals that not only move by their own free will and share feelings with people but also possess sight and hearing qualify as deserving of names.
He was silent for thirty seconds, maybe a minute. I uncrossed my legs under the table and wondered if this was the right moment to leave. It was as if my whole life revolved around trying to judge the right point in a conversation to say goodbye.