All that happens when your dreams come true is a slow, melting realization that it wasn't what you thought.

Now you know how badly someone wanted you, Charley. Children forget that sometimes. They think of themselves as a burden instead of a wish granted.

There is a time for hello and a time for good-bye. It's why the act of burying thing seems natural, but the act of digging them up does not.

There are no random acts.

I believe he died this way on purpose. I believe he wanted no chilling moments, no one to witness his last breath and be haunted by it, the way he had been haunted by his mother's death-notice telegram or by his father's corpse in the city morgue.

You can't get stuck on what should have happened. That doesn't help you.

A heart weighs more when it splits in two; it crashes in the chest like a broken plane.