Grief, He Said, Is Carnivorous.

I Loved This Woman The Way You Love ... Well, Nothing," He Said, A Note Of Suprise In His Voice. "you Can’t Compare That Kind Of Love To Anything, Can You? It’s Its Own Unique Gift.

Waking, After All, Was An Almost Natal State. You Surfaced Without History, Then Spent The Blinks And Yawns Reassembling Your Past, Shuffling The Shards Into Chronological Order Before Fortifying Yourself For The Present.

Maybe There Are Some Things We Were Put On This Earth Not To Know.

Choice, I've Always Believed, Is All That Separates Us From Animals.

Life Isn't Happily Ever After... It's Work. The Person You Love Is Rarely Worthy Of How Big Your Love Is. Because No One Is Worthy Of That And Maybe No One Deserves That Burden Of It, Either. You'll Be Let Down. You'll Be Disappointed And Have Your Trust Broken And Have A Lot Of Real Sucky Days. You Lose More Than You Win. You Hate The Person You Love As Much As You Love Him. But You Roll Up Your Sleeves And Work - At Everything - Because That's What Growing Older Is.