“And so we became who we are: gentle and bookish and ever so slightly confused. It is not a bad way to be, when all is said and done.”
“So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.”
“Have you ever done something so horrible and so irreparable that you knew there was nothing you could ever do to fix it?”“No,” I said gently. “Mostly because I’m eight.”
“It is when we are faced with death that we turn most bookish.”
“Why do we fight the things we fight when giving into them isn't so bad at all?”
“And it is not a slight thing when we are loved by those so fresh from God.”