The books could be completely worthless, and things we don't even read now could be considered the most important books.

I felt it very moving to feel his touch, and to remember that hands can also show love.

I've never particularly liked bankers.

Stories about food are stories about us-our history and our values.

I did not need to know if he could love me. I needed to know if he could need me.

Why is taste, the crudest of our senses, exempted from the ethical rules that govern our other senses?

Every widow wakes one morning, perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving, to realize she slept a good night's sleep, and will be able to eat breakfast, and doesn't hear her husband's ghost all the time, but only some of the time. Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness. Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-grandchildren's will be. But we learn to live in that love.