“She wasn't much of a talker when there was nothing to say.”

“Sometimes Holly seemed like she wasn't paying attention, and other times she was gone when I went looking for her. That was when she went to a part of heaven we didn't share. I missed her then, but it was and odd sort of missing because by then I knew the meaning of forever. I could not have what I wanted most: Mr. Harvey dead and me living. Heaven wasn't perfect. But I came to believe that if I watched closely, and desired, I might change the lives of those I loved on Earth.”

“She wasn't actually speaking to me, she was singing a kind of lullaby of talk. But, eventually, the music stopped. ”

“Exactly,' she said, and made her point as simply as that. There wasn't a lot of bullshit in my heaven.~pg 8”

“She liked to imagine that when she passed the world looked after her, but she also knew how anonymous she was.”

“Heaven wasn't perfect.”

“There wasn't a lot of bullshit in my heaven.”