“All these lives," she said. "All the stories we never know." (125)”

“All the lives we could live, all the people we will never know, never will be, they are everywhere. That is what the world is.”

“All the lives we could live, all the people we would never know, never will be, they are everywhere. That is what the world is.”

“There are some people that we know all our lives and yet never really feel we know them at all. But there are other people—” Unable to resist the temptation, he ran a feather-light caress down the curve of her cheek with one leather-sheathed knuckle. The cobalt depths of her eyes flickered with response, but she said nothing, heeding his every word. “—people we meet in a day, and instantly, it feels as though we’ve known them all our lives.”

“The secret story is the one we'll never know, although we're living it from day to day, thinking we're alive, thinking we've got it all under control and the stuff we overlook doesn't matter.”

“She said we all not only could know everything. We do. We just tell ourselves we don't to make it all bearable.”