"I don't care if the New York Times writes an obituary for me. I just want you to write one. ... You say you're not special because the world doesn't know about you, but that's an insult to me. I know about you."
"You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect."
"I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living."
"Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal."
"You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect."
"There is no try. There is only do."