Love was always conditional: anyone who thought otherwise was a fool.

When you are a grown up your brothers become your neighbors and your unconditional brotherhood become your conditional neighborhood.

Your love is as stable as you are: It’s not about how good a person makes you feel, but rather what good you can do for them.

Not only are selves conditional but they die. Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all...