There are times when you just have to let it all out. All the anger, all the pain.

She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor.

Without pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.

I think that it's a universal urge to have our pain not be felt alone and to have our joys not be felt alone.

And I will forget her, yes. That which came together will fall apart slowly, but she will forgive my forgetting, just as I forgive her for forgetting me and the Colonel and nothing but herself and her mom in those last moments as she spent as a person.

The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention.

Some people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them," I said. "Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That's what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway.