He liked the idea of coffee quite a lot—a warm drink that gave you energy and had been for centuries associated with sophisticates and intellectuals. But coffee itself tasted to him like caffeinated stomach bile.

My head was level with hers as we stared at each other from opposite sides of the glass. I don't remember how it ended - if I went to bed or she did. In my memory, it doesn't end. We just stay there, looking at each other, forever.

Random questions are the least random of all questions.

depression is not a side effect of cancer. Depression is a side effect of dying.

The job of reading is to use stories as a way into seeing other people as we see ourselves

The past feels distant, even when it's near. The future feels assured, even when it isn't.

No headboards were broken.