They say that dogs may dream, and when Topsy was old, his feet would move in his sleep. With his eyes closed he would often make a noise that sounded quite human, as if greeting someone in his dreams. At first it seemed that he believed Sara would return, but as the years went by I understood that his loyalty asked for no reward, and that love comes in unexpected forms. His wish was small, as hers had been -- merely to be beside her. As for me, I already knew I would never get what I wanted.

I thought that love was a river, endless and deep. I thought it merely happened, washing over you like water. It was nothing to search for, nothing to force. I didn't understand that even when we can't control our fate, we alone have the last say in matters of the heart. We can give it freely, even in the worst of times, even when it isn't returned.

In "Faithful," Ray Bradbury is discussed a lot. The characters read "The Illustrated Man."

They weren't true stories; they were better than that.

I heard a sigh, as though the books were breathing. I felt that this was where I belonged. This was where I lived.

Crying wasn't like riding a bike. Give it up, and you quickly forget how it's done.

Hearts were made for being broken. There's really no way around it if you want to be a human being.