“The reality that someone you love has died is its own tragedy. But it's separate, isn't it, from the way it happened?”
“I don't trust tragedies much. It's easy to make a person sad by showing him something tragic. We all recognize when sad things happen: someone dies, someone loses a loved one, young love is crushed. It's much harder to make a man laugh-what's funny to one person isn't funny to another.”
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
“It's as if they have thinner boundaries separating them from other people's emotions and from the tragedies and cruelties of the world.”
“It isn't. The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it's over. These two elements always go together.”