Norah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence.

I love to swim, and I love being near water.

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

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

A moment might be a thousand different things.

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

Each letter has a shape, she told them, one shape in the world and no other, and it is your responsibility to make it perfect.