I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
No amount of time can erase the memory of a good cat, and no amount of masking tape can ever totally remove his fur from your couch.
Like awe and grief, to which it is closely related, loss has the power to instantly resize us against our surroundings; we are never smaller and the world never larger than when something important goes missing.
You can train cats to do anything they want to.
Since time is the one immaterial object which we cannot influence—neither speed up nor slow down, add to nor diminish—it is an imponderably valuable gift.
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
It is not beauty that endears, it is love that makes us see beauty.