Men don't traipse. We... Swagger

Life, it turns out, goes on. There is no cosmic rule that grants you immunity from the details just because you have come face-to-face with a catastrophe. The garbage can still overflow, the bills arrive in the mail, telemarketers, interrupt dinner.

A real friend isn't capable of feeling sorry for you.

Lie to yourself until it's true.

There is a fine line between seeing something that's lost as missing, and seeing it as something that might be found.

The right idea is the one you can't stop thinking about; the one that's in your head first thing in the morning.

when you [lose someone], it feels like the hole in your gum when a tooth falls out. You can chew, you can eat, you have plenty of other teeth, but your tongue keeps going back to that empty place, where all nerves are still a little raw