But he stays by the window, remembering that life. They had laughed. They had leaned on each other and laughed until the tears had come, while everything else—the cold and where he'd go in it—was outside, for a while anyway.

It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.

I'm always learning something. Learning never ends.

The smooth stones you pick up and examine under the moon's light have been made blue from the sea. Next morning when you pull them from your trouser pocket, they are still blue.

I’d like to go out in the front yard and shout something. “None of this is worth it!” That’s what I’d like people to hear.

I dressed and went for a walk - determined not to return until I took in what Nature had to offer.

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.