Because who would ever want to get close to another person if they knew how hard the letting-go part was? In your heart they only die a little at a time, don't they? Like a plant when you go away on a trip and forget to ask a neighbor to poke in once in awhile with the old watering-can, and its so sad—

Life turns on a dime.

The simple truth of things is that bad dreams are far better than bad wakings.

Until we see each other again, keep your head together, read some good books, be useful, be happy.

Time apparently did nothing but blunt grief’s sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.

I have grown into a Bestsellasaurus Rex - a big, stumbling book-beast that is loved when it shits money and hated when it tramples houses... I started out as a storyteller; along the way I became an economic force.

Wow. This makes grand central look like a bus stop in Buttfuck Nebraska.