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

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.

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.

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 want them to get a pulse on us as players, and a lot of players might not want that, but that’s what I want.

The thing about being catapulted into a whole new life–or at least, shoved up so hard against someone else’s life that you might as well have your face pressed against their window.

I’ve always been interested in jobs in the NBA. But I’ve been in this for 20 years and it might be time to do something else.

Things are always different from what they might be.

Is that it forces you to rethink your idea of who you are. Or how you might seem to other people.

It is not easy for a people conditioned by fear under the iron rule of the principle that might is right to free themselves from the enervating miasma of fear.

If I’m going to burn, it might as well be bright.

“What if I’m tired when I get home? What if I don’t fill my days with frenetic activity?” “But one day you might wish you had.”