I've always believed in survival.

I'm a much nicer person since my wife died. I found out what pain is, so on that level I'm much nicer.

I came down to the living room one day and my wife was standing in the living room. It wasn't an illusion. I saw her out of the corner of my eye. The moment I saw her, she vanished.

I feel like the writer observing the grief, but it is difficult to be detached from it.

My mother was passionate. She was stubborn, the dominant one in the family. She dominated my father.

It's a natural thing for people to say, you know, Who's in this book? I find myself get ting a little defensive. People come along and I'm waiting for that first question.

In life there exist two classes: first class and no class.