I think of the future all the time. All my life I've chased dreams of what could be. For the first time in my life, I've actually caught one. I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already.

all we have is our deep and abiding love for each other. We can't loose that or we loose ourselves. If we don't help each other, who will?

Her grandmother used to tell her that a pink sky meant someone in the distance had just fallen in love . . . .

It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.

Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails.

Living down your own past was hard enough. You shouldn't have to live down someone else's.

Those who decided to stick with her would be her true friends. The others would just be scenery.