You can be a mama's boy, be a daddy's boy, but you can't be both. So you cling to the one you think you might lose.

She loved me coming and going, at my worst and at my best. She had a bottomless well of love for me.

With Marguerite, he wanted only time—more and more time—and he was granted it, nighttimes and daytimes and nighttimes again.

In the beginning of life, when we are infants, we need others to survive, right? And at the end of life, when you get like me, you need others to survive, right?’ His voice dropped to a whisper. ‘But here’s the secret: in between, we need others as well.

Small towns are like metronomes; with the slightest flick, the beat changes.

What about a man who sits down to wonder Why life has cheated him? Thinks about his situation Hangs his head and cries Will we pretend, his problems don't exist? He's reaching out for help-will we selfishly resist? What about your brother? He's crying What about your brother? He's dying What about your brother?

Holding on to things only breaks your heart.