What do people fear most about death? I asked the reb. "Fear?" he thought for a moment. 'Well, for one thing, what happens next? Where do we go? Is it what we imagined?" That's big. "Yes. But there's something else." What else? He leaned forward. "Being forgotten," he whispered.

Hello, Edward. I've been waiting for you.

Learn what you do not know. Understand the consequences of counting the moments.

Once, lovers on faraway shores sat by candlelight and dipped ink to parchment, writing words that could not be erased. They took an evening to compose their thoughts, maybe the next evening as well.

What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?

Kids chase the love that eludes them, and for me, that was my father's love. He kept it tucked away, like papers in a briefcase. And I kept trying to get in there.

What she mostly wanted, he learned, was the same thing many people want--someone to notice she was there.