We all have one idea of what the color blue is, but pressed to describe it specifically, there are so many ways: the ocean, lapis lazuli, the sky, someone's eyes. Our definitions are as different as we are ourselves.

There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back.

Just because something's damaged doesn't mean it shouldn't be treated with respect.' 'Ad,' Wallace said, 'it's a coffee table, not an orphan.

I thought of all the times we'd been together, how I kept coming closer, then retreating, while he stayed right where he was. A constant in a world where few, if any, really existed.

You punched him by accident.

My experience is that sequels are rarely as good as the originals.

When you can't save yourself or your heart, it helps to be able to save face.