“Which goes to show that caring about anyone leaves you vulnerable.”

“I couldn’t sleep all night,worrying that I’d gotten you in trouble. I care about you.”

“What did you think about?" I wish I could tell him that I thought about him, but I lied to him once and I won't do it again. And besides, I wasn't thinking about Xander either. "I thought about angels," I say."Angels?""You know. The ones in the old stories. How they can fly to heaven." "Do you think anyone believes in them anymore?" He asks."I don't know. No. Do you?""I believe in you," he says, his voice hushed and almost reverent. "That's more faith than I ever thought I'd have.”

“But my father goes on."And I've noticed other things,too.I think you're in love with Ky Markham.I think you want to find him,wherever he's gone.”

“And even if you could use the sample to create someone a lot like the original person, it would never be the person themselves. You can’t bring anyone back, ever.”

“Not many people know how to make letters like this," he says. "Do you ever teach anyone?""Only once," I say.”

“Angels?' 'You know. The ones in the old stories. How they can fly to heaven.' 'Do you think anyone believes in them anymore?' he asks. 'I don't know. No. Do you?' 'I believe in you.' he says.”