Anyway, the sort of love that will not wait is probably best to pass by

I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was all right. I was too busy dreaming.

My grandmother told me once that when you lose somebody you think you've lost the whole world as well, but that's not the way things turn out in the end. Eventually, you pick yourself up and look out the window, and once you do you see everything that was there before the world ended is out there still. There are the same apple trees and the same songbirds, and over our heads, the very same sky that shines like heaven, so far above us we can never hope to reach such heights.

I feel as if when you love a book it becomes a part of you whether you have it on your shelves or not.

And then I understood that she had no idea what she'd done to my family. She thought love and hatred were equal.

I saw the end of his life right there in that single moment. His pride, his decency, his secrets, his death.

It's not the lie that's the problem; it's the distance the lie forges between you.