She liked to imagine that when she passed the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was.

Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.

I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. He didn't want to burn my photo or toss it away, but he didn't want to look at me anymore, either.

For me, heaven would be a lack of alienation. The whole time I was growing up, I felt comfort was inherently evil. I think that for me heaven isn't about couches and milk shakes and never having a troubling thought again.

I missed her then but it was an odd sort of missing because by then, I knew the meaning of forever.

Please don't let Daddy die Susie," he whispered. "I need him.

But she was waiting patiently. She no longer believed in talk. It never rescued anything. At seventy she had come to believe in time alone. ~pg 254