When you remembered to forget, you were remembering. It was when you forgot to forget that you forgot.

Once Paul told her that the beach was like him because it changed every day but it never made any progress. Later she remembered thinking that a normal person might have begun by saying that he was like the beach.

He was the strangest of strangers in that he was also her oldest friend.

Bridget's anger evaporated and the sadness came back. The anger was easier. She owned and contolled it, whereas the sadness owned her.

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

Age is not so much a feature of your character, as the spot where you stand for a pretty fleeting time on the arc of your life.

You are not going to die, I know I said I'd let you, but I can't.