“Listen,” she said. “I may not bewhat you want right now, but I’m all you’ve got.”
“I wonder if you've got a minute."I have many minutes, all of them used toward a common purpose.”
“I think...she said finally, "that all of us have got our ghosts.”
“There are certain things I do not talk about.”
“I imagined what it would be like to hold a butterfly in your hands something bejeweled and treasured and to know that despite your devotion it was dying by degrees.”
“All I know is that I carried you for nine months. I fed you, I clothed you, I paid for your college education. Friending me on Facebook seems like a small thing to ask in return.”