You may have the worst timing since Napoleon decided the dead of winter was the right moment to invade Russia.

Pain made you strong. Loss made you powerful.

They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite

I don't think she doesn't believe she can die. I think, just like you always did, she believes there are things worth dying for.

Grief makes you feel alone, but you're not. I know you don't believe in-in religion-the same way I do, but you can believe you're surrounded by people who love you, can't you?

Moreover, I wish to assure you both that I did not make any amorous advances on female monkeys.

Even more blood welled up and spilled down his arm, splattering onto the ground. “Camille’s carpet,” Magnus protested. “It’s blood,” said Will. “She ought to be thrilled.