[May] understood people and she let them be whatever way they needed to be. She had faith in every single person she ever met, and this never failed her, for nobody ever disappointed May. Seems people knew she saw the very best of them, and they'd turn that side to her to give her a better look.

But those with an evil heart seem to have a talent for destroying anything beautiful which is about to bloom.

But I know now that you can't expect anything from anybody. If somebody loves you, it's because he wants to. And it's never because it's what he's supposed to do." —Pete Cassidy

That's got to be at least one of the benefits of heaven - never having to act normal again.

It is when we are most lost that we sometimes find our truest friends.

In November, the smell of food is different. It is an orange smell. A squash and pumpkin smell. It tastes like cinnamon and can fill up a house in the morning, can pull everyone from bed in a fog. Food is better in November than any other time of the year.

It is odd how we sometimes deny ourselves the very pleasure we have longed for and which is finally within our reach.