No matter what form the relationship might take, he was the only person she could picture sharing her life with.

We were, the two of us, still fragmentary beings, just beginning to sense the presence of an unexpected, to be-aquired reality that would fill us and make us whole.

Nobody's going to win all the time. On the highway of life you can't always be in the fast lane.

There’s nothing wrong with not looking like something. It just means you don’t fit the stereotype yet.

There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.

To be able to talk to your heart’s content about a book you like with someone who feels the same way about it is one of the greatest joys that life can offer.

Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.