Never talk yourself out of knowing you're in love or into thinking that you are.

When most of us talk to our dogs, we tend to forget that they're not people.

Of all the virtues, discretion began to seem the most rewarding: it kept people guessing and sometimes, by default, admiring.

It's odd to spend your vacation with someone else's music especially when you're alone. You're free to let loose, unobserved, but someone else has chosen the words you belt out in private, the rythms you can dance to like a fool.

Knowing and understanding the people we love most is a process that continues well beyond their deaths... and is never complete.

Time plays like an accordion in the way it can stretch out and compress itself in a thousand melodic ways. Months on end may pass blindingly in a quick series of chords, open-shut, together-apart; and then a single melancholy week may seem like a year's pining, one long unfolding note.

I'd rather be pleasantly surprised than fatally disappointed.