I had this odd sibling rivalry with America.

And as far as false hope, there is no such thing. There is only hope or the absence of hope - nothing else.

I grew up in this era where your parents' friends were all called aunt and uncle. And then I had an aunt and an aunt. We saw them on holidays and other times. We never talked about it, but I just understood that they were a couple.

It takes strength to make your way through grief, to grab hold of life and let it pull you forward.

The thing about losing any loved one, I think, particularly in a long disease, is that you know that other people have gone through it and are going through it, but I think for every person it feels unique.

Some people, when they die, leave so much life behind that we wonder how they did it.

I think that nothing teaches you more about life than death and dying.