Without Pain, How Could We Know Joy?

The nature of the love between a parent and child really is literally stronger than death. As long as either person in that relationship is alive, that relationship is still alive.

I realized it in waves and we held on to each other crying and I thought, God we must look so lame, but it doesn't matter much when you have just now realized, all the time later, that you are still alive.

I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well—but never quite perfectly, you know?

But a lot of times, people die how they live. And so last words tell me a lot about who people were, and why they became the sort of people biographies get written about.

It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.

I will play out the string. I will not betray your trust. I will find you.