He took her in his arms right away. "I'm so sorry," he murmured in her ear. He rocked her, saying it over and over. But no matter how many times he said it, no matter how much she knew he meant it, the words stirred around in her ear but didn't get into her brain. Sometimes he could comfort her. Sometimes he said what she needed, but today he couldn't reach her. Nothing could.

He had to fight. That's all he had. Not memories, not experiences, not skills. He had a will. And his will was to fight until he couldn't fight anymore.

When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.

Life isn't just fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all. -William Goldman

She was alive, and they were dead. She had to try to make her life big. As big as she could. She promised Bailey she would keep playing.

How is it that a person could be so relieved and so disappointed, both at the same time.

He no longer represented someday a possibility. He represented a road not taken a road that suddenly shot so far into the distance she couldn’t see it anymore.