It seems to me further, that it is very odd that fate should leave so careful a trail, and spend so little time preparing the one that must follow it.

All you did was sit there, he said. Why are you so tired? I sat very diligently, she said.

With the knowledge of her aloneness came a rush of self-declaration: “I will not be nothing.”

People forgot; it was in the nature of people to forget, to blur boundaries, to retell stories to come out the way they wanted them to come out, to remember things as how they ought to be instead of how they were.

Roses are for love. Not silly sweet-hearts' love but the love that makes you and keeps you whole, love that gets you through the worst your life'll give you and that pours out of you when you're given the best instead.

When they finished laughing they were on their way to being not just friends, but the dearest of friends, the sort of friends whose lives are shaped by the friendship.

I found that the only way I could control this sorrow was not to think of [it] at all, which was almost as painful as the loss itself.