“I felt like a mouse running through one of those cardboard mazes. I didn't have to think about anything I did. My body just...went. The difference was that, unlike the mouse, there was no hunk of cheese waiting for me at the end. No reward of any kind for making it through. In fact, there was no end at all.”

“I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, however, turns out to be not a state but a process.”

“How can it be that there is such a colossal gap between what we think we know about grief and mourning and what we actually find out when it comes to us?”