“Okay, fine, we were married elsetime. Anyway, we died of whatever you die from, let’s say natural causes. But we were in love, so our souls keep finding each other in whatever forms our bodies take.”

“Jo Lane had in fact lived there for five years until she moved on. “Where did she go?” I asked innocently, not getting it. “I’m so sorry to be the one telling you this, but Jo passed last winter,” the young nurse said. “She died,” she added, probably because of my dazed look.”

“In the end, we make our choices on our own. And no matter how stupid they are, we have to live—or die—with what we’ve done. Sometimes choosing our moment of death is the only freedom we have left.”

“....LondonLane: I’m sure I don’t remember everything. I remember the future the way you remember the past. You remember the really good and bad and forget some of the middle, right? LJH6678: Sure. LondonLane: Same with me. Why? LJH6678: Do you remember us having sex?...LJH6678: Well? LondonLane: Truth? LJH6678: YES! LondonLane: Yes.....Luke learned that he’s going to die young today and all he wants to ask me about is sex?”

“I was beginning to see fewer of our weaknesses and more of our strengths; the events of the day were a reminder of how each of us had certain abilities that the rest did not. It was as if we were each a part of a whole body- one the hands, another the legs, and so on- dependent on one another and working best when we performed in unity. I felt inadequate then, unsure what part of this body I might be.”

“The boy in the closet is your boyfriend. He loves you and will tell you all about last night.”

“I can’t stay away from you,” he whispers...“Don’t stay away from me, then,” I whisper back...”