“His reply offers infinite solace in a single word. Always.”

“A divided heart offers a strange sensation.”

“To my mind, modern life just offers too many numbers that we're supposed to keep track of.”

“I'll always want him. Until every sun goes dark in every sky, until I am nothing more than long-forgotten cosmic dust, I will want him. And even then I suspect my particles will long for his.”

“He doesn’t have the words, so he does practical things instead.”

“There’s always room in the heart for others, too.”

“Spanish was weird that way: two words for monkeys, and esposas meant both wives and handcuffs. That said a lot.”