Though it may be more romantic to picture the bereaved as gaunt, I imagine you can grieve as efficiently with chocolates as with tap water.

Perhaps I overemphasized the value of keeping busy.... I liked to imagine that I was incapable of doing nothing for afternoons myself, but maybe what disturbed me was that I was capable of it. I feared this was a knack one could get the hang of rather readily, and it was therefore now lurking in my house waiting for me to pick it up like a winter flu.

The most sumptuous experience of ingestion is in-between: remembering the last bite and looking forward to the next one.

Lovers communicate not inside sentences, but between them. Passion lurks within interstice. It is grouting rather than bricks.

In fact, it's become politically important to offend people, because we have to fight back against this notion that being offensive should be against the law or something, and that everyone supposedly deserves "respect" for their often dopy views.

I was suffering from the delusion that it's the thought that counts.

So many stories are determined before they start.