I'm sorry. I didn't know you were coming or I'd have cleaned up a little more. My life, I mean, not just the apartment.

Henry loves my hair almost as though it is a creature unto itself, as though it has a soul to call its own, as though it could love him back.

It's hard being left behind. (...) It's hard to be the one who stays.

CLARE: The library is cool and smells like carpet cleaner, although all I can see is marble.

And Clare, always Clare.

Do you ever miss him? Every day. Every minute. Every minute, she says. Yes, it's that way, isn't it?

You can still be cool when you’re dead. In fact, it’s much easier, because you aren’t getting old and fat and losing your hair.