Smells could bring a person back clearer than pictures even could.

People always talked about a mother's uncanny ability to read her children, but that was nothing compared to how children could read their mothers.

Something was wrong with a world where people came and went so easily.

It is not how much you love someone, but who you are when you are with him.

I don't know what takes more courage: surviving a lifelong endurance test because you once made a promise or breaking free, disrupting all your world.

Bravest thing about people is how they go on loving mortal beings after finding out there's such a thing as dying.

We stay in the house so much because I am waiting for the telephone. I seem to be back in my teens, a period I thought I would never have to endure again: my life is spent hoping for things that only someone else can bring about.