Soon man will count all his days, and then smaller segments of the day, and then smaller still—until the counting consumes him, and the wonder of the world he has been given is lost.

My mother was French Protestant, and my father was Italian Catholic, and their union was an excess of God, guilt and sauce.

People don’t die because of loyalty.” They don’t?” She smiled. “Religion? Government? Are we not loyal to such things, sometimes to the death?” Eddie shrugged. Better,” she said, “to be loyal to one another.

That kind of love - the kind you realize you already have by the life you've created together - that's the kind that lasts.

When we are most alone is when we embrace another's loneliness.

She felt worthless and hollow. There was no hope of fixing this. And when hope is gone, time is punishment.

Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to.