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

The city of Pittsburgh gleaming suddenly before her . . . so startling in its vastness and its beauty that she had gasped and slowed, afraid of losing control of the car

After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?

The thing is, I used to like that: feeling special because I knew something no one else did. It's a kind of power, isn't it, knowing a secret? But lately I don't like it so much, knowing this. It's not really mine to know, is it?

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

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.

The place was a familiar as breath but as far from his life now as the moon.