Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones.

Why should I tell you everything about how I feel when you never tell me anything?

If you love someone, you're not supposed to want them to come back. Better a peaceful sleep in the earth than the life of a zombie--not really dead but not really alive, either.

She realized that this scarred, sarcastic boy, was gentle with the things he loved.

She unwrapped the blanket when she came in my door. You were inside it. She set you down on the floor and you started ranging around, picking things up, pulling my cat's tail—you screamed like a banshee when the cat scratched you, so I asked your mother if you were part banshee. She didn't laugh.

The melody rolled over her, as cool and sweet as water, as hopeful and lovely as sunrise.

It was like I saw your soul in the notes of the music. And it was beautiful.