Eat Every Meal As If It's Your

Everybody Dies. There’s Nothing You Can Do About It. Whether Or Not You Eat Six Almonds A Day. Whether Or Not You Believe In God. (although There’s No Question A Belief In God Would Come In Handy. It Would Be Great To Think There’s A Plan, And That Everything Happens For A Reason. I Don’t Happen To Believe That. And Every Time One Of My Friends Says To Me, “everything Happens For A Reason,” I Would Like To Smack Her.)

I Want To Talk To Her. I Want To Have Lunch With Her. I Want Her To Give Me A Book She Just Read And Loved. She Is My Phantom Limb, And I Just Can’t Believe I’m Here Without Her.”- On Losing Her Best Friend

My Mother Wanted Us To Understand That The Tragedies Of Your Life One Day Have The Potential To Be Comic Stories The Next.

If Pregnancy Were A Book They Would Cut The Last Two Chapters.

You Can't Retrieve You Life (unless You're On Wikipedia, In Which Case You Can Retrieve An Inaccurate Version Of It).