Is there really anyone, besides Rudy Giuliani, who prefers the new Times Square?

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.

September 11 had such a strong visual component, the most visually documented event in human history. Nothing's ever been seen by as many people as that was. Our experiences of the day, our memories of the day are just so tied up in images of buildings falling and bodies falling.

For a long time, I thought I would like to be a doctor. Such a good profession. So explicitly good. Never a waste of time.

Everything is the way it is because everything was the way it was

Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want.

She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release.