The legal system works really well, if you communicate a certain way. But if you don't, it all goes to Hell in a handbasket really quickly.

This was the reason there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that didn't have words big enough to describe them.

Yes, she is." He looks at me, his face carved in pain. "She is dying, Sara. She will die, either tonight or tomorrow or maybe a year from now if we're really lucky. You heard what Dr. Chance said. Arsenic's not a cure. It just postpones what's coming." My eyes fill up with tears. "But I love her," I say, because that is reason enough.

In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who loses a child.

What does it feel like?” he asked. “What does what feel like?” Peter thought for a moment. “Being at the top.” Josie reached across him for another packet of material and fed it into the stapler. She did three of these, and Peter was certain that she was going to ignore him, but then she spoke. “Like if you take one wrong step,” she said, “you’re going to fall.

You know someone's right for you when the things they don't have to say are even more important than the things they do.

When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.