It's not fair," I said. "It's just so goddamned unfair." "The world," he said, "is not a wishgranting factory.

Is that what relationships become? A reduced version of the hurt, nothing else let in. It was more than that. I know it was more than that.

Her hair is ridiculous," I said. "I know. That was the only thing I said about her that was true. When you say nasty things about people, you should never say the true ones, because you can't really fully and honestly take those back, you know? I mean, there are highlights. And there are streaks. And then there are skunk stripes.

Grief doesn't change you. It reveals you.

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

I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.

You could hold me and I could hold you. And it would be so peaceful. Completely peaceful. Like the feeling of sleep, but awake in it together.