Once upon a time there were two parents, two children, and a brick house with lilies in the yard. The parents died, the lilies wilted. One child disappeared. Then the other." Pg 225

Kettle thingies. Yum.

I'll tell you something about true love. There's no science to it. It's as natural as the sky.

Times like this, when she slips her hand into mine and holds on tight, and our husband becomes just a shadow in the doorway.

Living in a place like this, she must have learned how to see all the monsters that can hide a person.

To die trying would be better than to die without purpose.

It's the silence I imagine in the rest of the world, the silence of an endless ocean and uninhabitable island, a silence that can be seen from space.