“This car sucks.”“It was your idea. I, on the other hand, think this car if perfect size. But that might be because I’m not the size of a mountain.”He snickered. “You’re the size of a little, itty bitty doll.”“If you say a vacant doll, I will hurt you.” I wound the necklace chain around my fingers. “Got that?”“Yes, ma’am.”

“Nothing that grieves us can be called little: by the eternal laws of proportion a child's loss of a doll and a king's loss of a crown are events of the same size.”

“The interesting thing about grief, I think, is that it is its own size. It is not the size of you. It is its own size. And grief comes to you. You know what I mean? I’ve always liked that phrase “He was visited by grief,” because that’s really what it is. Grief is its own thing. It’s not like it’s in me and I’m going to deal with it. It’s a thing, and you have to be okay with its presence. If you try to ignore it, it will be like a wolf at your door.”

“Running with a drowsy child of Hades was more like doing a 3 -legged race with a life size rag doll.”

“Why don't you try it? It might be easier to run in these than your boots.""This shoe clearly is not my size, and there is no time to have more made."I tried not to laugh. "They have some in the back room that are your size.”

“This is the way I think I should always paint you- with a size twenty-four round brush in my hand as you coat the bristles”