Grief doesn't necessarily make you noble. Sometimes it just makes you crazy, or primitive with fear.

I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.

Like a starfish, the heart endures its amputation.

Old dogs can be a regal sight. Their exuberance settles over the years into a seasoned nobility, their routines become as locked into yours as the quietest and kindest of marriages.

Maybe this is the point: to embrace the core sadness of life without toppling headlong into it, or assuming it will define your days.

What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part.

memory is both the curse of grief and the eventual talisman against it; what at first seems unbearable becomes the succor that can outlast pain.

Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.

The real hell of this," he told her, "is that you're going to get through it.

the territory of grief ... is both cruel and commonplace.

That she was irreplaceable became a bittersweet loyalty: Her death was what I had now instead of her.

The ability to read awoke inside of me some long dormant craving to be mentally alive.

If there is disturbance in the camp, the general's authority is weak.

I feel I have a responsibility to myself, a responsibility to explain where we're coming from. Because a song or the performance of a song is a lot like a work of art.

Mortality, behold, and fear, What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of stones.

No security guard can stop a refrigerator falling off a skyscraper.

At the day of Doom men shall be judged according to their fruits. It will not be said then, did you believe? But, were you doers or talkers only?

Hillary Clinton said her number one priority was a reset with Russia. That reset resulted in the invasion of Ukraine.

Floyd Paterson and other fighters, they just don't take part.They make a million dollars, they get a Rolls Royce and a nice home and a white wife and think, 'well, I made it'.

I learned to use language like my mother did. I would simulcast, give you the program in your own tongue.

I think I spent my whole childhood diving out of haylofts with my BB gun and coming out shooting.