Everyone has a right to be a little happy, asshole.

We will often do anything to pretend that nothing is on our minds.

In this world,” Franny once observed, “just as you’re trying to think of yourself as memorable, there is always someone who forgets that that they have met you.

…there was no more safety to be found in love than there was to be found in a virus.

My old coach used to say that if you were in it for the match, if you were in it for the trophies, you were in it for the wrong reasons.

What was even more germane was my study of the history of religion. It was one of the few things in school I was fascinated by.

Because who can describe that look that triggers the memory of loved ones? Who can anticipate the frown, the smile, or the misplaced lock of hair that sends a swift, undeniable signal from the past? Who can ever estimate the power of association, which is always strongest in moments of love and in memories of death?