Part of what makes us human is what we mean to other people, and what people mean to us.

When you lose someone you love, you die too, and you wait around for your body to catch up.

My marriage had its ups and downs like anyone's, but when it came down to it, I knew it was solid. I miss that sort of security, and that sort of connection with someone.

I thought I saw him once, but it turned out to be a yeti

I didn't mind getting old when I was young. It's the being old now that's getting to me.

You do what you have to do to give people closure; it makes them feel better and it doesn't cost you much to do it. I'd rather apologize for something I didn't really care about and leave someone on Earth wishing me well.

We've already established whoever is writing us is an asshole.