“I am not glad she is dead, but I am not sorry she is gone.”

“I love you," he writes again and again. "I can't bear to live without you. I'm counting the minutes until I see you." The words he uses are the idioms of popular songs and poems in the newspaper. And mine to him are no less cliched. I puzzle over the onionskin, trying to spill my heart onto the page. But I can only come up with the same words, in the same order, and hope the depth of feeling beneath them gives them weight and substance. I love you. I miss you. Be careful. Be safe.”

“Every decision I make is determined solely by the spark and limitations of my own perspective”

“I like the assumption that everyone is trying his best, and we should all just be kind to each other.”

“When something terrible happens, a lifetime of small events and unremarkable decisions, of unresolved anger, and unexplored fears begins to play itself out in ways you least expect. You've been going along from one day to the next, not realizing that all those disparate words and gestures were adding up to something, a conclusion, you didn't anticipate. And later, when you begin to retrace your steps you see that you will need to reach back further than you could have imagined, beyond words and thoughts and even dreams, perhaps to make sense of what happened.”

“...life hinges on small moments and seemingly trivial decisions. ”

“It's human nature to want to think the best of others, but if you listen carefully, people will always tell you who they are. ”