He cried that night for all that he had lost, but he would say it taught him a valuable lesson: that holding on to things "will only break your heart.

I believe he died this way on purpose. I believe he wanted no chilling moments, no one to witness his last breath and be haunted by it, the way he had been haunted by his mother's death-notice telegram or by his father's corpse in the city morgue.

Don't get too attached to anything.

Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.

Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.

The backside of a mountain is a fight against human nature. You have to care as much about yourself on the way down as you did on the way up.

Nothing haunts us like the things we don't say.