"If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter."

“Why can’t the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn’t care, I finally answer, and I know I’m right. It’s like I’ve been chosen. But chosen for what? I ask.”

“Can a person steal happiness? Or is just another internal, infernal human trick?”

“I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life.”

“Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.”

“Sometimes people are beautiful.Not in looks.Not in what they say.Just in what they are.”

“She looks at the swings, and I can see she’s imagining what they’d look like if the kids weren’t there. The guilt of this holds her down momentarily. It appears to be there constantly. Never far away, despite her love for them.I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.”