There it was, Eve supposed. There was the answer to why people got tangled up with people. Because when you were down, when you were wallowing, someone you mattered to would ask if you were okay.

She surrounded herself with books at work and at home. Her living space was a testament to her first and abiding love with shelves jammed with books tables crowded with them. She saw them not only as knowledge entertainment comfort even sanity but as a kind of artful decoration.

Broken hearts healed. Maybe the cracks were always there, like thin scars, but they healed. People lived and worked, laughed and ate, walked and talked with those cracks For many, even the scars healed and they loved again.

What kind of a maniac needed over five thousand plates?

Shannon: Only the living suffered. Only they were riddled with guilt and regret and unanswered questions.

Love can really screw you up before you learn to live with it.

That woman doesn't have the sense God gave a retarded flea.