They don't like the thought of someone else making demands on the person whom they see as belonging entirely to them.

Life sometimes gets so bogged down in the details, you forget you are living it. There is always another appointment to be met, another bill to pay, another symptom presenting, another uneventful day to be notched onto the wooden wall. We have synchronized our watches, studied our calendars, existed in minutes, and completely forgotten to step back and see what we've accomplished.

Since it had gotten so quiet in the room that you could hear the sound of your own doubts.

Remember when you were a little kid and you'd fall asleep in the car? And someone would carry you out and put you into bed, so that when you woke up in the morning, you knew automatically you were home again? That's what I think it's like to die.

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

It never failed to amaze me how the most ordinary day could be catapulted into the extraordinary in the blink of an eye.

The Inuit say that the stars are holes in heaven. And every time we see the people we loved shining through, we know they're happy.