• First, wait for them to die before you get all sad and stuff. Nobody ever kept
  living just because you kept thinking about the day they were going to die.
   Be nice especially if you don’t like them. You will be the one who suffers from
  guilt when they’re gone.
•  I’ve been studying the dreams I have of dying, especially in airplanes where there
  are those few seconds between when the captain comes on the speaker with death
  in his voice and we all look at each other trying to decide whether to fight for the
  lone parachute or scream I love you to everyone, those few seconds before we
  crash. (I asked my friend who was losing his mind what it was like, knowing for
  his remaining few seconds that he wasn’t going to remember any of this, anything
  from our conversation, his grandkids, his life, what was it like to know that.)

I almost forgot this.

•  It takes just a few seconds from here where I’m writing to my neighbor’s front
  door, to ring the bell, to wait for footsteps, to hand someone a jar of jelly borne of
  the trees in my backyard, to be thanked, to turn around, to turn around and walk
  back to this home, this place with no runways.