I'm so tired after dinner I fall asleep with my clothes on, almost as soon as my head hits the pillow, and so I forget to ask God, in my prayers, to keep me from waking up.

Mice? Fine. Flying mice? Not so fine.

Love. I love you. I’ll always love you, my love. You are the love of my life.

For a second I feel a rush of sadness: for the horizons that vanish behind us, for the people we leave behind, the tiny-doll selves that get stored away and ultimately buried.

That’s what you do for family. Anything.

Quiet through the grave go I; or else beneath the graves I lie

Chance. Stupid, dumb, blind chance. Just a part of the strange mechanism of the world, with its fits and coughs and starts and random collisions.