There was a redemption of some kind, he believed, in such complete fulfillment of a desire so long deferred.

You never know when somebody will pull you to them.

Nothing changes what alreaday happened. It will always have happened. You either let it break you down or you don't.

People who are isolated interest me, whether they isolate themselves or have been isolated by circumstances.

It always helps me connect with characters, to think about what music they respond to

[No] matter what a waste one has made of one's life, it is ever possible to find some path to redemption, however partial.

And then she thought that you went on living one day after another, and in time you were somebody else, your previous self only like a close relative, a sister or brother, with whom you shared a past. But a different person, a separate life. Certainly neither she nor Inman were the people they had been the last time they were together. And she believed maybe she liked them both better now.