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

Sometimes we don't know how afraid we are until we've reached a strange door and we don't know what will be on the other side.

There is a dark place calling to me, but I will not go just yet. I know I can't return from it.

Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.

He looks at me, and I don't know what he sees. I used to think it was Rose. But she's not here with us now, in this room. It's just him and me, and the books. I feel like our lives are in those books. I feel like all the words on the pages are for us.

Bet you never eat, he says. Bet you drink up the oxygen like it's butter. Bet you can go for days on nothing but thoughts.

Cure" is one of the most precious words in the English language. It's a short word. A clean and simple word. But it isn't so easy a thing as it sounds. There are questions like: How will this affect us in ten years? In twenty? What will it do to our children? Our children's children?