“What do people fear most about death? I asked the reb.”Fear?” he thought for a moment. ‘Well, for one thing, what happens next? Where do we go? Is it what we imagined?”That’s big.”Yes. But there’s something else.”What else?He leaned forward.”Being forgotten,” he whispered.”

“Love- the infatuation kind- ‘he’s so handsome, she’s so beautiful’- that can shrivel. As soon as something goes wrong, that kind of love can fly out the window. ”

“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things.”

“This is the strangest life I have ever known.”