“In our world," Darija said, throwing aside the chapter she was marking up, "there will be no semicolons.”

“You have everything," she said slowly, as if she were explaining the order of the world to a small child. "A family, a great job, a lot of people who look up to you. You've got a place to go home to." She smiled a little. "So go.”

“I don't know what it is about death that makes it so hard. I suppose it's the one-sided communication; the fact that we never get to ask our loved one if she suffered, if she is happy wherever she is now...if she is somewhere. It's the question mark that comes with death that we can't face, not the period.”

“I think...she said finally, "that all of us have got our ghosts.”

“People in the real world would kill for a happily ever after, and you're willing to just throw it away ?"I look away from her. "It's hardly a happily ever after when you wind up right at the beginning.”

“You'd be surprised." Charlie said."You go to bed one night singing her a lullaby, and she wakes up listening to Limp Bizkit.""What the hell is Limp Bizkit?”

“You would wind up as a cat, I told her. They don't need anyone else. I need you, she replied.Well, I said. Maybe I'll come back as catnip.”