Their friendship was only one aspect of their lives but it seemed to give meaning to all the others.

You could feel things or you could find a way to shut down. But once you were feeling things, you couldn’t decide exactly what to feel. That was the trouble with letting them in at all. They made a mess of the place.

There was nothing new in sitting on this dock, on this or that wooden bench, watching for his boat to come. In some ways, she was always waiting for him.

Forget Jack, I'm in love with the cold, dirt floor.

She was astonished, and at the same time she knew. There were many things in life like that. You couldn’t imagine it, and then it happened and you couldn’t really imagine it hadn’t.

It was wrong. But it was worth it.

No matter how far back you cut a willow tree, it will never really die.