Maybe those sorts of yes-or-no life-and-death decisions are easier to make because they are so black and white. I can cope with them because it's easier. Human emotions, well. . .they're just a fathomless collection of grays and I don't do so well on the midtones.

Almost anything can be improved with the addition of bacon.

You speak baby gibberish?' asked Jack. 'Fluently. The adult-education center ran a course, and I have a lot of time on my hands.' 'So what did he say?' 'I don't know.' 'I thought you said you spoke gibberish?' 'I do. But your baby doesn't. I think he's speaking either pre-toddler nonsense, a form of infact burble or an obscure dialect of gobbledygook. In any event, I can't understand a word he's saying.' 'Oh.

I could almost see common sense and denial fighting away at each other within her. In the end, denial won, as it so often does.

If only life were that simple; if one could jump to the good parts and flick through the bad.

Death doesn't care about personalities - he's more interested in meeting quotas.

I wished I could share my own optimism.