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.

Wounds are like water set to boil - they heal best left unwatched.

I met a travler from an ancient land.

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.

In the end, the end of a life only matters to friends, family, and other folks you used to know. For everyone else, it's just another end.

It was funny how dad was more honest in a book that anyone in the world could pick up and read than he could be talking to me. Or maybe it was sad. One or the other. Sometimes it’s hard to tell.

He told me that love was the only thing that really mattered in the world.