The human species is made up of seven billion subspecies each consisting of one specimen.

Yes, I believe in guardian angels, because otherwise I must believe that life is a string of death-defying miracles - and I don't believe in miracles.

There is a language of love, which is to say, a truth that does not tell all and a lie that does not deceive.

Why be saddled with this thing called life expectancy? Of what relevance to an individual is such a statistic? Am I to concern myself with an allotment of days I never had and was never promised? Must I check off each day of my life as if I am subtracting from this imaginary hoard? No, on the contrary, I will add each day of my life to my treasure of days lived. And with each day, my treasure will grow, not diminish.

Eventually you realize that your whole life up to now has been preparation, and you begin to suspect that the rest might be preparation, too.

Basically we are all looking for someone who knows who we are and will break it to us gently.

We realize we can't have everything, and so begins the mad dash to have everything else.