There is a grotesquerie to grief as well. You lose the sense of your existence being rational, or justifiable. You feel absurd.

Throw off your grief, ' doubters imply, 'and we can all go back to pretending death doesn't exist, or at least is comfortably far away.

The final tormenting, unanswerable question: what is 'success' in mourning?

Opera cuts to the chase—as death does. An art which seeks, more obviously than any other form, to break your heart.

We place artificial demands on ourselves that undermine our happiness. These demands force us to work harder and harder to cross a finish line that keeps moving.

In India, a "bride burning"-- to punish a woman for inadequate dowry or to eliminate her so a man can remarry-- takes place approximately once every two hours, but rarely constitute news.

You pays your money and you takes your choice.

I heard her scream one night while she was sleeping.Heard but didn't see.When I turned, there was nothing.No one.Only darkness.But I know what I heard.

Eagles may soar but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.

Called an inquiry into the laws which determine the division of the produce.

If America is the pursuit of happiness, the best way to pursue happiness is to help other people.

Until you can see, and admit, that YOU are the problem... You will be unable to realize that YOU must be the solution.

Alienation is perhaps the most effective tool of control in America, and every reminder of our real connectedness weakens that tool.

True to her inveterate habit, rationalism reverts to 'principles,' and thinks that when an abstraction once is named, we own an oracular solution.