And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer

“Does it hurt on the inside?”
“It hurts less and less. That’s one good thing about forgetting things. You forget the things that hurt too.”

She wasn’t perfect, but she was his.

“The only time you’ve failed is if you don’t try once more.”

Humans are a strange breed in the way our fear of getting old seems to be even greater than our fear of dying.

“But the universe gave you both Noah. He’s the bridge between you. That’s why we get the chance to spoil our grandchildren, because by doing that we’re apologizing to our children.”

“How did you fall in love with her?” the boy asks. Grandpa’s hands land with one palm on his own knee and one on the boy’s.
“She got lost in my heart, I think. Couldn’t find her way out. Your grandma always had a terrible sense of direction. She could get lost on an escalator.”

“Our teacher made us write a story about what we want to be when we’re big,” Noah tells him.
“What did you write?”
“I wrote that I wanted to concentrate on being little first.”
“That’s a very good answer.”
“Isn’t it? I would rather be old than a grown-up. All grown-ups are angry, it’s just children and old people who laugh.”
“Did you write that?”
“Yes.”
“What did your teacher say?”
“She said I hadn’t understood the task.”
“And what did you say?”
“I said she hadn’t understood my answer.”

It's a big universe to be angry at but a long life to have company in.

Because if you forget me then you'll just get the chance to get to know me again. And you'll like that, because I'm actually a pretty cool person to get to know.

She used to say that coriander was a punishment rather than a herb.