But it was smell that carried memory.

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.

She kept walking. The very small, brave part of her brain knew that this would be her one chance. If she turned around, she would lose it.

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

But will he come I just want to know what you think the odds are. Tell me what you really think." "I think Tibby was a wise girl. I think she loved you.

She wondered again about her inclination to wish for things that made her so deeply unhappy.

I'm writing this down, because it is going to be hard for me to say it. Because this is probably our last time just us. See, I can write that down, but I don't think I can say it. I'm not doing this to say goodbye, though I know that has to be part of it. I'm doing it to thank you for all we have had and done and been for one another, to say I love you for making this life of mine what it is. Leaving you is the hardest thing I have to do. But the thing is, the best parts of me are in you, all three of you. You are who I am, and what I cherish in myself stays on in you.