Sorry," I said to the Duke. "Eh, it's not your fault. It's Carla's fault. You were turning the wheel. Carla just wasn't listening. I knew I shouldn't have loved her. She's like all the others, Tobin; as soon as I confess my love, she abandons me." I laughed. "I never abandoned you," I said patting on her back. "Yeah, well, (a.) I never confessed my love to you, and (b.) I'm not even female to you.

I kept waiting for that loneliness and nervousness to make me want to go back. But it never did.

It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

I was surprised. I'd always associated belief in heaven with, frankly, a kind of intellectual disengagement. But Gus wasn't dumb.

We were very different, and we disagreed about a lot of things, but he was always so interesting, you know?

The sun was a toddler insistently refusing to go to bed: It was past eight thirty and still light.

We're invisible. I've never been here with someone else. It's different being invisible with someone.