I live to collect information, and I am also a perfectionist.

Writing has always been the primary way I make sense of the world.

One of the things about grief is that it can bring a deeper perspective into your life; in the end, it has, for me, though it's also brought sorrow.

Loss is so paradoxical: It is at once enormous and tiny.

There are many kinds of loss embedded in a loss - the loss of the person, and the loss of the self you got to be with that person. And the seeming loss of the past, which now feels forever out of reach.

We have an idea - a very modern idea - that dying is undignified. But I think this is because we have the illusion that we can control our bodies and our fates.

'Hamlet' is a play about a man whose grief is deemed unseemly.