“Let's forget about each other forever," she told him. "we're too old for this sort of thing now.”

“If she could've found the will power to speak, the brain cells to construct thought, she would've told Clay he was a god. It was a good thing she was too wiped out or he would never let her forget it”

“Let's die of it before we're too old.”

“Sometimes when we forget to do things for others, it's because we're too wrapped up in our own problems.”

“Do you know what the worst part of losing him is? The regret -- that he left before we could somehow find each other again. And now all I think about are the things I wish I'd told him before he died.”

“Funny how people don't really see each other. Men and women. They invent each other in their minds and then they see what they invent.They don't really see each other. Now she was in love with him and she didn't even know his real name, didn't know anything real about him.”