She suddenly remembered studying the brain in science class- how a steel rod pierced a man's skull, and he opened his mouth to speak Portuguese, a language he'd never studied. Maybe it would be like this, now, for Josie. Maybe her native tongue, from here on in, would be a string of lies.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

I believed the reason there was a God was to prevent such atrocities from happening to the same person twice. But nothing prepared me for this: I have done what I've sworn I could never do; I have become my own nightmare... I have lost control.

You might have to lose control before you could find out what you'd been missing.

When your mother is made out of your dreams, anything real is bound to disappoint you.

eskimos maybe? believed stars were holes in the sky where people who died could peek through at you

In books, you always know what's coming next. There are no surprises.