We have to live with ambiguity. We have to give ourselves over to it. The question is: How? How are we going to live in a universe where important questions will always go unanswered?

I was not religious, but I liked rituals. I liked the idea of connecting an action with remembering.

Do you know what your problem is? You can't live with the idea that someone might leave.

But what could I lose by continuing that had not already been lost?

At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too.

So how’s it going?” “Okay. Glad to be home, I guess. Gus told me you were in the ICU?” “Yeah,” I said. “Sucks,” he said. “I’m a lot better now,” I said. “I’m going to Amsterdam tomorrow with Gus.” “I know. I’m pretty well up-to-date on your life, because Gus never. Talks. About. Anything. Else.

Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you?