For we lose not only by death, but also by leaving and being left, by changing and letting go and moving on.

Absence makes the heart grow frozen, not fonder.

Late birds get worms while early birds get tired.

If ambitious fantasies make people blush, and sexual fantasies make people blush and feel guilty, fantasies of violence and death may make people blush and feel guilty-and frightened too.

When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the street, I always hope he's dead.

Passionate investment leaves us vulnerable to loss. And sometimes, no matter how clever we are, we must lose.

If his mother was drowning and I was drowning and he had to choose one of us to save, He says he'd save me.