If you don't know there's an alternative, you can't miss it

On my license, it says I'm an organ donor, but the truth is I'd consider being an organ martyr. I'm sure I'm worth a lot more dead than alive - the sum of the parts equal more than the whole. I wonder who might wind up walking around with my liver, my lungs, even my eyeballs. I wonder what poor asshole would get stuck with whatever it is in me that passes for a heart.

What if it turns out that a life isn’t defined by who you belong to or where you came from, by what you wished for or whom you’ve lost, but instead by the moments you spend getting from each of these places to the next?

...because he believed that if you wanted to get rid of a hole, you filled it. He had not realized at the time that there were all sorts of filler that took up space, but had no substance. That made you feel just as empty.

If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?

She understood how a world jammed with phones, email, and faxes could still leave you feeling utterly alone.

The problem with you is that you always see a glass of milk half empty instead of half filled.