“That is the inescapable math of tragedy and the multiplication of grief. Too many good people die a little when they lose someone they love.”

How many husbands were floating between life and death, clinging to their wives in this world? And how may millions and millions of people were there in the world like Charlie who wouldn’t let go of their loved ones when they’re gone?

There’s a reason for everything, you said, and though it’s a mystery to me now, I know it won’t always be so.

On the horizon, he saw the full moon. God dropped it there, he was sure, as a reminder of our small place in the world. A reminder that what is beautiful is fleeting.

That’s death and life, you see. We all shine on. You just have to release your hearts, alert your senses, and pay attention.

And I was even beginning to think home might be with you.

There’s no such thing as a lost cause.

How many boys like him were out there in the ether, holding on to their big brothers and sisters who were still alive?

A leaf, a star, a song, a laugh. Notice all the little things, because somebody is reaching out to you. Qualcuno ti ama. Somebody loves you.

One death begets two or twenty or one hundred. It’s the same all over the world.

…like the 75 billion souls who lived before him, each and every one a treasure, he, too, will die.

In a critical sense, doing nothing can mean doing something. Inaction can be action and embracing this paradox can save your life.

The mind has its own logic but does not often let others in on it.

Spending when the math’s not there and the numbers aren’t there and if they look in the social security trust fund, it’s filled with IOUs because the government’s been pilfering it for years on end. We have to do something. We have to start having this discussion.

I certainly was a geeky kid myself, but to me, math and science were always these magical things- powerful tools you could use in incredible ways.

You live your life between your ears.

Mathematical objects are determined by – and understood by – the network of relationships they enjoy with all the other objects of their species.

I like to crack the jokes now and again, but it’s only because I struggle with math.

I couldn’t picture myself with a boyfriend, but if i had to, i envisioned a nice normal guy who turned in his math homework on time and maybe even played rec baseball.

I ended up doubling the math time that a conventional school would have. But I don’t think any of these things were path-breaking or unusual.