“So you see, the real question isn't how I left this world to go to the woods.It's how I made myself come back.”

“I can see myself now, she said. And I can see what I want to be, ten years from now. But I don't understand how I'm going to get from here to there.”

“I know you love me. The question is, how much?”

“Sometimes Chris wished he could sneak a peek at the back of the book, so to speak, and see how it was all going to turn out, so that he wouldn't have to bother going through the motions.”

“Isn't it amazing how, when you strip away everything, people are so much alike?”

“How could you pick, knowing that you'd have to go home and live with the choice you made?”

“I love you," he whispered, and that was the moment he knew what he was going to do. When you loved someone, you put their needs before your own. No matter how inconceivable those needs were; no matter how fucked up; no matter how much it made you feel like you were ripping yourself into pieces.”