So how long do you think it’ll be?” he says. “Before the next hurricane comes along to take you home.” “Can I tell you my biggest fear?” I say. “Yes. Tell me.” “That it will be a very windless four years.

Eventually I realize that I am holding on to him just as tightly as he holds on to me. And here we are: two small dying things, as the world ends around us like falling autumn leaves.

I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.

I want to make the world into something better so that he can be okay.

Maybe what frightens us about the edge isn't our fear of morality, but the thoughts it leads us to have.

It doesn't matter how much his mother loves him; love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

She smiles at our husband as she moves, and he blushes, overcome by her beauty. But I know what her smile really means...Her smile is her revenge.