People tend to pair off that way, Cath thought, in matched sets.

What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back? And what did you do when that person was born half a world away? The math seemed impossible.

Fitting together is something you work at. It’s something you make happen—because you love each other.

Cath couldn't stop thinking about Levi and his ten thousand smiles.

Even if your heart is broken and attacking you, you're still not better off without it.

And when Eleanor smiled, something broke inside of him. Something always did.

So...I'm larking through the Baby Gap, looking at tiny capri pants and sweaters that cost more than ... I don't know,more than they should. And I get totally sucked in by this ridiculous, tiny fur coat. The kind of coat a baby might need to go to the ballet. In Moscow. In 1918. To match her tiny pearls.