"I accept your condemnation," I said.

The casualities seemed to go on and on. Just when I thought I was done losing her, I would find yet another way to love her all over again.

It was strange, really. A couple months ago, I had thought I couldn’t live without him. Apparently I could.

I know you did, lass. You're the toughest girl I know." "'Lass'? Where did that come from?" "I don't know. I just felt the urge to call you that.

Someday, you do not know when, you will be driving down the road and someday, you do not now when, you will make a wrong tun. At the end of the road, when you're least expecting it, he (or indeed she) will be there.

There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.

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