It was their mothers, long ago. Tibby noted with joy that all four of them were wearing jeans.

you remember what is lost, and you forget what's right in front of you.

She wondered if maybe tragedy was what it took to make your heart capable of admitting a new member.

Knowing where she was in the world, even if he never touched her, gave him a deep satisfaction, and he half despised himself for being satisfied with so little.

Every life I start with her, my original sin. I know myself through her.

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

I love the idea of fictional worlds kind of all cohering in some way.