I love her. I need her. I gave away everything I had for her. I just wanted her to know me.

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 couldn't erase the past. You couldn't even change it. But sometimes life offered you the opportunity to put it right.

She must have sensed she never really had him. That was a sadness of hers, he knew.

Sometimes you couldn’t face the sadness of being forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered again.

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

Particularly beautiful people were like particularly funny-looking people, though. Once you know them you mostly forgot about it.