A father's suspicion...' she began. Is as powerful as a mother's intuition.' ~pg 87, Ruana Singh and Jack Salmon

All you have to do is desire it, and if you desire it enough and understand why -- really know -- it will come.

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

I was like I was in science class: I was curious.

Hey, Ocean Eyes,” my father said. “Where’d you go on us?

He took the hat from my mouth. ''Tell me you love me'', he said. Gently I did. The end came anyway

I tried to take solace in Holiday, our dog. I missed him in a way I hadn't yet let myself miss my mother and father, my sister and brother. That way of missing would mean that I had accepted that I would never be with them again; it might sound silly but I didn't believe it, would not believe it.