He's had a lot of chances to care, and he hasn't.

Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.

She remembered me.' This was his worst weakness, his most toxic drug.

I dont really write with the idea of trying to teach any lessons. I want to tell a story as truthfully and engagingly as I can, and then let the chips fall where they may.

But certain souls cohere. It's rare but possible. But it takes two powerful wills to make it so.

Sometimes you need to make a mess. -Loretta, the Rollinses' hosekeeper

People left a lot of things behind when they went in the water. Their clothes, their stuff, their makeup, their fixed-up hair, their voices, their hearing, their sight—at least as the normally experienced them.