That tastes like hope feels.

We Play the broken string of our instruments one last time

That’s part of what I like about the book in some ways. It portrays death truthfully. You die in the middle of your life, in the middle of a sentence

That's what I realized: if I did get her back somehow, she wouldn't fill the hole that losing her created.

Nothing was happening, really, but the moment was thick with mattering

I tried--I swear I tried. But you didn't want to hear what I was saying, and I used that as an excuse to let it go on.

We imagine people as animals or gods. -But she was just a person, a girl.