His heart, like mine, was ticking off the time allotted to his small restless body.

Understanding is but the sum of misunderstandings.

Here, too, a brand-new day is beginning. It could be a day like all the others, or it could be a day remarkable enough in many ways to remain in the memory. In either case, for now, for most people, it is a blank sheet of paper.

I don’t know, I don’t feel right unless I’ve got the sea and mountains nearby. People are mostly a product of where they were born and raised. How you think and feel’s always linked to the lay of the land, the temperature. The prevailing winds, even.

Once she was out of the car and gone, my world was suddenly hollow and meaningless.

If you do anything out of the ordinary, you can be sure someone, somewhere, will get upset.

I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?