And I thought about the color and I realized what blue it was. It was the soft and changeable, essential blue of a well-worn pair of pants. Pants = Love

She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn't love her back.

You'll turn out ordinary if you're not careful.

Do you have any idea how much I've loved you?

I sometimes think the stronger you feel about someone, the harder it is to picture their face when you are away from them.

She was sad about what happened to Kostos. And someplace under that, she was sad that people like Bee and Kostos, who had lost everything, were still open to love, and she, who'd lost nothing, was not.

I agree that a love of reading is a great gift for a parent to pass on to his or her child.