I rebel against death, yet I know that it is how I respond to death's inevitability that is going to make me less or more fully alive.

Just write a little bit every day. Even if it's for only half an hour — write, write, write.

I've got a sweater." Ben pulled off his coat and held it out for her. "Here." "Thanks, Ben. It's lovely and warm." Then she said, "Ben, I-- I can tell you how I feel about-- about everything. I think you're the best friend I've ever had. I-- I'd lie down and die for you if you wanted me to." "Honey," Ben said. "When I get you to lie down for me it won't be to die.

It was the same way with silence. This was more than silence. A deaf person can feel vibrations. Here there was nothing to feel.

Don't try to comprehend with your mind. Your minds are very limited. Use your intuition.

You have to write the book that wants to be written.

... nothing loved is ever lost or perished.