We're lonely down here," he said. "It's true. But we're not alone.

It is far more painful to awake from a beautiful slumber and – in that brief period when the continuity of life is still lost to you – to reach across the bed for a hand that is not there.

I shiver, thinking about how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-- to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think it's the effect or vice versa.

I've lived a life of unfinished things.

There’s nothing worse than not being wanted

What she mostly wanted, he learned, was the same thing many people want--someone to notice she was there.