This would be...a book that would be a trapdoor down into some place dark. A place only you could go, alone, when you opened the cover. Because only books have that power.

Besides, hysteria is only possible with an audience.

When you don't share your problems, you resent hearing the problems of other people.

He was the kind of boy any young girl should date while she's still able to recover.

Someday you will die, and until you know that, you're useless to me.

This isn't about guilt or innocence, he says. The dinosaurs weren't morally good or bad, but they're all dead.

There's no way you can get the past right. You can pretend. You can delude yourself, but you can't re-create what's over.