He'd learned long ago: perfection isn't what families are all about.

He'd do what he always did, find the sweet among the bitter.

The library is like a candy store where everything is free.

Like so many things Henry had wanted in life -- like his father, his marriage, his life -- it had arrived a little damaged. Imperfect. But he didn't care, this was all he'd wanted. Something to hope for, and he'd found it. It didn't matter what condition it was in.

It reminded him that time was short, but that beautiful endings could still be found at the end of cold, dreary days.

Some things just can't be put back together. Some things can never be fixed. Two broken pieces can't make a lot of anything anymore. But at least he had the broken pieces.

I try not to live in the past...but...sometimes the past lives in me