“Here is one of the worst things about having someone you love die: It happens again every single morning.”

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

“We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, 'Blessed are they that mourn,' and I accept it. I've got nothing that I hadn't bargained for. Of course it is different when the thing happens to oneself, not to others, and in reality, not imagination.”