What Comes Next and How to Like It Quotes

“He remembers what I forget and I remember what he forgets. It's too late for either of us to make another old friend.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“Grief is not a pleasure, but it makes me remember, and I am grateful.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“Nothing is wasted when you are a writer. The stuff that doesn’t work has to be written to make way for the stuff that might;”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“But when it gets dark, I’m off the hook. The day is officially rolled up and put away. I’m free to watch movies or stare at the wall, no longer holding myself accountable for what I might or might not have gotten done because the time for getting something done is over until tomorrow.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“Napping is divine, but I no longer have all the time in the world.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“Here’s what I love about dogs. They aren’t careful not to disturb you. They don’t overthink. They jump on the bed or the sofa or the chair and plop down. They come and they go. I’m not sure they love me exactly, but they count on me because I am a source of heat and food and pleasure and affection.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“It ended sadly. The kind of ending where you wait together, holding hands and weeping, while off in another room, love slowly dies.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“Forget career, forget the future, forget existential worries, just get yourselves a couple of dogs, and everything will be all right.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“Anger is a luxury. Anger wants answers, retribution, reason, something that makes sense. Anger wants a story, stories help us make sense out of everything. But while we scramble to help those who need it, who has time for anger? Who has time to make sense out of anything? There is only what is. Anger is a distraction. Anger removes me from grief, and the opportunity to be helpful.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“This would account for those moments of Oh! there you are! After all, there are those people we like and dislike, there are those people we love, and then there are those we recognize. These are the unbreakable connections.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“Here’s what I love about dogs. They aren’t careful not to disturb you. They don’t overthink. They jump on the bed or the sofa or the chair and plop down. They come and they go. I’m not sure they love me exactly, but they count on me because I am a source of heat and food and pleasure and affection. If one of them is lying next to me and suddenly prefers the sofa, I don’t take it personally. Dogs don’t wake up on the wrong side of the bed. There is no wrong side of the bed for a dog.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“I used to get upset if somebody I didn't like loved a book I loved. That's MY book, I'd think.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“What can come? This was a brilliant question. Can is scarier than will. What will come limits itself. What can come has no boundaries.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“What can come?” my grandson Sam asked, when he was very young, after his mother had warned him not to go into the woods after dark. What can come? This was a brilliant question. Can is scarier than will. What will come limits itself. What can come has no boundaries.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“The connection with him is a connection with part of myself, and it has to do with a kind of insatiable curiosity. I mean the part of me that gets connected to the rest of me when I’m connecting to him. The insatiably curious part.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“Love Love can accommodate all sorts of misshapen objects: a door held open for a city dog who runs into the woods; fences down; some role you didn’t ask for, didn’t want. Love allows for betrayal and loss and dread. Love is roomy. Love can change its shape, be known by different names. Love is elastic. And the dog comes back.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“somewhat leaky boat are on the lookout for a human companion. Not me. I have learned to love the inside of my own head. There isn’t much I’d rather say than think. Of course for more than thirty years I’ve had Chuck. We’ve known each other so long that we don’t have to talk, and when we do we don’t have to say anything. When he asks me if I’d like to take a trip around the world I can say yes knowing I’ll never have to go.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“After all, there are those people we like and dislike, there are those people we love, and then there are those we recognize. These are the unbreakable connections.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“even when there's no interest on either side one's coordination completely disappears in the presence of beauty (Abigail's daughter, Jen)”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“I have decided that when I’m dead I’d like my body in the woods under a light coating of leaves. That being against the law, maybe I will go for cremation. I ask Chuck what he wants done with his remains. “Remains?” says Chuck. “Do there have to be remains? Can’t I just vanish? Be no more?” I tell him I’m sorry but yes, he has to have remains. “Either I’m too young to be thinking about this,” he says, “or I have to figure out a way of offing myself that will leave no remains. I could get in the shower with a chain saw,”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“Maybe there are clusters of souls born again and again into the same repertory company, and with each new birth they play different parts in a different play. Or maybe it’s the same play. This would account for those moments of Oh! there you are! After all, there are those people we like and dislike, there are those people we love, and then there are those we recognize. These are the unbreakable connections.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“Here’s what I love about painting. It’s not about words or voice or tone or point of view or narrative arc (perish the thought); it’s about the way certain branches stick straight out from the trunks of certain trees; it’s about the clouds that you can barely see as well as the ones that pile on top of each other; it’s about the swoop of telephone wires and the shapes and colors of shadows. A real painter recently told me that all artists want to draw telephone wires.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“So instead of not-writing, I am painting. I’m not a painter, but I make paintings anyway. I use glass and oil-based house paint, which is toxic, and which you can’t buy just anywhere anymore. It’s being phased out in favor of latex, which doesn’t stick to glass, and acrylic, which I haven’t tried. Stacked on my garage windowsill are seventeen quarts of the stuff in various primary colors, in case the whole world stops selling it. I love the oiliness, I love how it spreads on the surface of the glass, how tipped at an angle it rolls and drips, and merges. I love how one color overtakes another on the downward slide.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“drip and fling and pour color onto the glass. Then I push the paint around. You have to have some faith. If it looks like nothing, if you think you’ve destroyed what might have been a good painting, keep at it. If you’ve scraped all but a few streaks away, chances are those streaks will suggest something else. Don’t give up. Don’t be afraid of the mess.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“It’s easy to find that five or six hours have sped by without my noticing. I am having fun. This is not my world, these are not my fears. Supernatural is great storytelling, and it is not my story.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“Happy," for instance, once meant "luck." Not good luck or bad, just luck. Look what we have done to ourselves. We think we can actually pursue happiness.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“There are three things that make me want to drink: difficult times, when I want alcohol to either alleviate the pain or allow me to feel it; clear days that make me want to scribble all over the irritating blue sky; and well, waking up in the morning.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“I used to lie in a lover's arms getting a stiff neck, or needing to scratch my nose, or losing all sensation in my arm, unwilling to move lest the man find out I wasn't comfortable in his embrace...Would Snow White have rested all eight pounds of her head on any part of the prince? I doubt it, and I never did either. Sarah says that is why elderly women have such prominent cords in their necks.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“I did not spend any time wondering what I'd done wrong, or what I could or should have done differently, whether I was too old or too fat or ask too many questions. I am who I am and it has taken me a long time to get here.”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It

“What if some man wanted to tell me how many feet from a dwelling a cesspool needed to be? What if he wanted to talk about the pros and cons of raising the mortgage rate? What if he wanted to talk about his childhood? Or worse, mine!”
― Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It