The advice he reads in Ann Landers – good advice as long as you don’t need it, perfectly sensible as long as you don’t have any use for it.
Sometimes it takes a little jolt to make us appreciate what we’ve got.
Sometimes pain is God’s megaphone, his only way to get our attention.
Fussing over food was important. It gave a shape to the day: breakfast, lunch, dinner; beginning, middle, end.
He knew that he’d known her for less than a week, but now that she was gone he was continually probing his feelings for her, the way he might probe a sore tooth with his tongue, engaging her in imaginary conversations, imagining her saying such del...
However far back you go you will find all experiences linked by slender threads.
The only meaning our lives have is the meaning we give them.
She heard melody and harmony and counterpoint; he heard something calling him from far, far away.
What to do with the past? There was so much of it.
