“He felt, sometimes, like the keeper of memories-the onewho had to facilitate that invisible transition between the way it used to be and the way it would befrom now on.”
“He felt it too, the air between us, the invisible lines that something or someone had drawn to connect us. That's the way I remember it.”
“Sometimes it felt like looking at his face and just accepting the way things were between us was the hardest thing in the world.”
“I would like to live in Manchester, England. The transition between Manchester and death would be unnoticeable.”
“It helps sometimes to dwell on the good memories. They remind you that happiness does exist, though it may not seem that way now.”
“What he was after hangs between the visible and the invisible, between the here and now and the seemingly elsewhere.”