...lies can sound awfully pretty when a girl is in love with the person telling them.

i've made room for you, she said. if you want it, there's room.

Oh, all stories are the same, aren't they? Men and women fall in love or out of love. People are born; people die. It al ends happily or it all ends sadly, and the difference matters only to the people involved.

Daddy always said you only explained things to the people that actually mattered.

I was crying a little for the boy I had wanted him to be and the boy he hadn’t turned out to be.

And I was crying for gravity. It had sent me down the stairs, and I'd thought that meant something, but maybe it was just the direction that all things tend to flow.

We aren't the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on.