He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.

You can't spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert disaster. It won't work. You'll just end up missing the life you have.

You can't stop time. You can't capture light. You can only turn your face up and let it rain down.

Though Lexington is not a small town, it sometimes feels like one, with circles of acquaintance overlapping once, then again; the person you meet by chance at the library or the pool may turn out to be the best friend of your down-the-street neighbor. Maybe thats why people are so friendly here, so willing to be unhurried.

A moment might be a thousand different things.

He wished he had some kind of X-ray vision for the human heart.

Short on money, long on hope