I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room-but eventually, you learn to live with it.

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it

Lies were only as strong as the suckers that believed them.

I may not have a degree, but I certainly got an education.

How can you be a survivor, when you can't even remember the war?

Not everyone understands how you can spin two lassos at the same time, one of hope and one of grief.

Where did you go?" "To the end of the driveway," my mother says. "I was nine months pregnant; that was the maximum distance I could waddle without feeling as if my uterus was falling out." I wince. "Do you have to be quite so graphic?" "What would you like me to call it, Zoe? A fetal living room?