Personally, I don't endorse the notion of mortality. It's fine for other folk, but I disapprove of the concept for me and my loved ones.

Too much virtue has a corrupting effect.

Grieving is like being ill. You think the entire world revolves around you and it doesn't.

Pretending to be 'normal' is a lot harder than you think.

The character of Rosie is based on a woman who used to live in the same apartment building I lived in many years ago. She's taken on a life of her own, of course.

Age plays cruel tricks on the human face; all our repressed feelings become visible on the surface, where they harden like a mask.

It's disconcerting to realize how little you have to say to someone who once occupied such a prominent place in your bed.