I never had a connection like that to anyone, where every day you think about what you’ll tell them and you wonder what they’re doing, and you know they’re wondering what you’re doing.

No one measures a life in weeks and days. You measure life in years and by the things that happen to you.

Try a little tenderness.

When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.

When the reader and one narrator know something the other narrator does not, the opportunities for suspense and plot development and the shifting of reader sympathies get really interesting.

You were never what I wanted to forget.

I played the clarinet, and my sister played the violin... If wed had the discipline and the passion, maybe we could have been good.