“In memory, she lived and moved and laughed, but all that a photograph could offer was one frozen moment of a life.”

“If I could, I would live forever in this moment. But no one can live in a moment, and time moves on.”

“Blake and Livia were next to exit. He took the steps before she could and turned to offer her his hand, like a knight escorting his queen. Livia took Blake’s hand and hugged his offered arm. Bea’s photographer-nephew’s flash blinded them as it captured their moment for all time.”

“The worst moment of one's life could be seared into the memory, brighter than any joy.”

“Oh, he'd be back all right! Giving her the last laugh before she moved out. And that was why she hadn't moved out yet. Just knowing she could, anytime she wanted to, made all the difference, of course. She'd just wait for him to succumb one more time, that was all. One more time -- proving to him that he still wanted her before she disappeared out of his life for good.”

“She had no images of this love. She could offer no anecdotes. It was a belief rather than a memory.”