“Don't say mourning. It's too psychoanalytic. I'm not mourning. I'm suffering.”

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

When someone you love dies, you get a big bowl of sadness put down in front of you, steaming hot. You can start eating now, or you can let it cool and eat it bit by bit later on. Either way, you end up eating the whole thing. There's really no way around it.”