“How awful it was, thought Tessa, remembering Fats the toddler, the way tiny ghosts of your living children haunted your heart; they could never know, and would hate it if they did, how their growing was a constant bereavement.”

“It was strange how your brain could know what your heart refused to accept.”

“How do you want to be remembered?~As someone who did the best she could with the talent she had.”

“Studying the young woman’s long thin legs, Tessa wondered how different her life would have been if she had had legs like that. She could not help but suspect that it would have been almost entirely different.”

“I would like to be remembered as someone who did the best she could with the talent she had.”

“In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you.”

“Wherever Harry went inside the tiny cottage or its garden, he could hear the constant ebb and flow of the sea, like the breathing of some great, slumbering creature.”