“If you say something over and over again, it begins to lose it's meaning... Say anything enough times and it becomes gibberish.”

“People say you should give until it hurts. I say you should give until it stops hurting. Know what I mean?”

“I think it's a real gift to be able to say that what's in your life is enough. It seems most of us re always wanting more.”

“Do you think that people ever really do believe they will die, that the world will just go along as always without them? I wonder if we aren't all a little surprised at the moment of crossover, if we don't look back over our shoulders saying, Now hold on.”

“When it's new and important, you have to rest in between times. And anyway, even when I like a person there is a weariness that comes. I can be with someone and everything is fine and then all of a sudden it can wash over me like a sickness, that I need the quiet of my own self. I need to unload my head and look at what I've got in there so far. See it. Think what it means. I always need to come back to being alone for a while.”

“Come over here and light me a cigarette," she'd said. I'd snuck a little inhale, and my mother had smiled. But then she'd said, "Don't get started with something you won't be able to do without.”

“She put her hand over her heart. Oh boy. It hurts. It's a real pain. Right here.”