All the things she planned to feel, the way she planned to look and seem, the appropriate things she planned to say. None of them came to pass.

A lot of friendship is about practice, that’s something I’ve learned as I’ve gotten older. It’s not simply some spiritual soul-bond of memories and longings, it’s really about having coffee every week, or talking on the phone every day or every other day - whatever suits you.

What you leave behind is the people you loved. You leave yourself in them.

She spilled rice on my knee, and she smiled. I wanted her to spill a thousand things on me, lava, acid, bricks, anything, and smile each time

Sometimes he felt sure that the key to happiness was a poor memory.

The path of your life can change in an instant.

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