On the sixth day God saw He couldn't do it all, so He created ENGINEERS

Any man can be kind when he is comfortable. I'd always thought kindness a trivial virtue, therefore. But when we were hungry, thirsty, sick, frightened, with our deaths shouting at us, in the heart of horror, you were still as unfailingly courteous as a gentleman at ease before his own hearth.

Like integrity, love of life was not a subject to be studied, it was a contagion to be caught. And you had to catch it from someone who had it.

We should have taken our chances back then, when we were young and beautiful and didn't even know it.

I'm sorry. I can love you. I can grieve for you, or with you. I can share your pain. But I cannot judge you.

You should have fallen in love with a happy man, if you wanted happiness. But no, you had to fall for the breathtaking beauty of pain.

One foot in front of the other, wasn't that the grownup way of solving problems? Surely he ought to be a grownup at his age.