Girls," their mother interjected, "you must both stop being strange - it is unattractive. And don't forget your hats. It would be absolutely the end for me if you two came down with freckles at a time like this.

He was just like summer, and she loved summer. If she had any wish, it would be to live a lifetime of summers.

Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.

It is easy to forget now, how effervescent and free we all felt that summer.

I've always believed in savoring the moments. In the end, they are the only things we'll have.

I can't imagine what my life was before. I can't imagine ever being without you for very long again.

It seemed to her as though everything that was good and true had been blasted out of the world. All those things had been crushed destroyed made to disappear.