And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer

by Fredrik Backman

There’s no greater mystery in the universe than a human.

Almost all grown adults walk around full of regret over a good-bye they wish they’d been able to go back and say better.

“And we have to write essays all the time! The teacher wanted us to write what we thought the meaning of life was once.” “What did you write?” “Company.”

It’s an awful thing to miss someone who’s still here.”

You can’t be afraid of crossing dark gardens if you’re laughing.

It’s a big universe to be angry at but a long life to have company in. Noah