Sometimes Webb believed that he would never experience a better feeling than when he was looking at her, would never see anything or anybody bursting with more life and spirit. Sometimes he felt he needed to inhale it and place it in a storage area in his soul. Just in case.

We don't even love each other. I do a bit, you know. You do what a bit? You know. Like you...whatever...love you a bit. I think I kind of love you too.

To have somone hold you could be the greatest medicine of all.

Are you an idiot, or an idiot?' Gargarin hissed. 'The first one. I really resent being called the second.

You shy, Francesca?” Javier asks me later on. I shake my head. “Not really.” I’m just sad, I want to say. And I’m lonely.

You're good enough, Jacob.

You can't think for other people. Nor can you feel for them or be them. They have to do that for themselves.