grief is an illness I can't recover from.

What could smell better than supper being cooked by someone else?

Grade school was perilous. ... I can see how I must have worried them. I was the kind of kid who, for no apparent reason, wept piteously or threw up on myself. On an especially scary day, I sometimes did both.

Pay enough for anything and it passes for taste.

Sometimes I wonder what the difference is between being cautious and being dead.

Ghosts don't haunt us. That's not how it works. They're present among us because we won't let go of them.

There are days when none of us can bear it, but the good comes around again. Happiness is seasonal, like anything else. Wait it out. There are people who love you. People who can help.