“Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.”

“You're just trying on different identities, like everyone in those Shakespeare plays. And the people we pretend at, they're already in us. That's why we pretend them in the first place.”

“It's a good thing Kerry's dead, because that funeral would've sent him over the edge," Henry said.”

“The people we pretend at, they're already in us. That's why we pretend them in the first place.”

“Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams. I've heard people talk about the sleep of the dead. Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that's what it's like, I wouldn't mind. If that's what dying is like, I wouldn't mind that at all.”

“She said if she couldn't play, she had nothing left. What about me?”

“And that's just it, isn't it? That's how we manage to survive the loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it.”