Miles, as in 'to go before I sleep'?

Physical intimacy isn’t and can never be an effective substitute for emotional intimacy.

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.

When we think of death, we often imagine it as happening in degrees: We think of a sick person becoming less and less alive until finally they are gone.

As I recall, you promised to CALL when you finished the book, not text.

You can't just make me different, and then leave. Because I was fine before, Alaska. I was just fine with me and last words and school friends, and you can't just make me different and then die.

I just want the pleasure of noticing these things at a safe distance.