What are you listening to?" "I picked up a DVD for Luke while I was out. Something with Mozart and sock puppets." A grin rose to my lips. "At this stage I don't think Luke can see more than ten inches beyond his face." "That explains his lack of interest. I thought maybe he preferred Beethoven.

Shock is a merciful condition. It allows you to get through disaster with a necessary distance between you and your feelings.

I've always started every day by going to the window for a glimpse of the sky. But now I won't have to." "Why not?" She asked softly. "Because I'll see the blue of your eyes instead." "How romantic you are," she murmured with a grin, kissing him gently. "But don't worry. I won't tell anyone.

Was this some new level of depravity? Had he developed a spinster fetish?

Well, it may be humorous to you, but it’s a very serious matter to the squirrels.

I had to let go of him. But I knew that as long as I lived, I would feel the phantompain of his absence.

I've never wanted to be loved. And God Knows no one's done it yet.