All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.

Because the more you changed, the less of you there was.

On the other hand, I think cats have Asperger's. Like me, they're very smart. And like me, sometimes they simply need to be left alone.

I am not keeping my distance because it is uncomfortable for me, but because it is uncomfortable for them.

It felt like I'd been living underground, and for a moment, I'd been given this glimpse of the sky. Once you've seen that, how can you go back where you came from?

That's the paradox of loss: How can something that's gone weigh us down so much?

This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.