“Here," an old sugar worker told me, "the people have a great love for martyrs--but only after they're dead. Before, there's nothing but complaints.”

“They're dreadfully fond of beheading people here; the great wonder is, that there's anyone left alive!”

“Your father is the first person to tell me that I am lovely who seemed to mean it. The only people who've told me that before were ones who think they're supposed to flatter a princess''I think you're lovely,' murmured Eadric.'Only because you love me,' I said. 'Hmm,' he said, kissing me before I could say anything else.”

“I'm sorry, Heather, but everything was not just fine before I got here. You know how I know that? Because you're dead. Okay? You are dead. Dead people don't have lockers, or best friends, or boyfriends. You know why? Because they're dead.-Suze Simon”

“I thought of the priest who'd told me that many religions hold that it is easier to be closely connected to people we love after death than before.”

“We can only sacrifice so much of ourselves in a relationship before there's nothing left to love or be loved.”