But the sky is interesting, it changes all the time.

It was like we were exchanging codes, on how to be a father and a daughter, like we'd read about it in a manual, translated from another language, and were doing our best with what we could understand.

It is all about numbers. It is all about sequence. It's the mathematical logic of being alive. If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.

I don't think so, I don't agree. The most unbearable thing I think by far, she said, is hope.

Many kids, it seemed, would find out that their parents were flawed, messed-up people later in life, and I didn't appreciate getting to know it all so strong and early.

My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.

I didn’t mind the quiet stretches. It was like we were trying out the idea of being side by side.