And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer

by Fredrik Backman

“Our teacher made us write a story about what we want to be when we’re big,” Noah tells him. “What did you write?” “I wrote that I wanted to concentrate on being little first.”

The teacher wanted us to write what we thought the meaning of life was once.” “What did you write?” “Company.”

It’s nice to be understood.

“We lived an extraordinarily ordinary life.” “An ordinarily extraordinary life.”

“Never in my life have I asked myself how I fell in love with her, Noahnoah. Only the other way around.”

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

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