I have never been shy about listening to the input of others and weighing it seriously.

But I know I would not go out. I had taken this time to fall in love instead — in love with the sort of helplessness I had not felt in death — the helplessness of being alive, the dark bright pity of being human — feeling as you went, groping in corners and opening your arms to light - all of it part of navigating the unknown.

Books and novels in particular that grapple with quite a few things are difficult to explain, so I think that first line can come in a substitute for trying to form a longer sense of what the book is about.

He was beginning to understand: You were treated special and, later, something horrible would be told to you.

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

But also I wanted him to go away and leave me be. I was granted one weak grace. Back in the room where the green chair was still warm from his body, I blew that lonely, flickering candle out

As if in the other side of his kiss there could ve a new life