“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.

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.

I’m so smart. I am good at doing math really quickly in my head.

I’m really good at math and history, but I suck in English.

Math just wasn’t my favorite. I didn’t get how important math is and how it relates to real life. That’s why I think I was turned off to it.

Once I got down arithmetic and a little bit of algebra, I think I checked out. As I’ve gotten older, I think there’s a lot more relation to math.

I’m not a plumber who accidentally blew up or a math professor who accidentally backed into notoriety.

Science, in the very act of solving problems, creates more of them.

Why do we believe that in all matters the odd numbers are more powerful?