“That's the paradox of loss: How can something that's gone weigh us down so much?”

“There's a cliff at the end point of a person's life; most us of peer over the edge of it, hanging on. That's why, when someone chooses to let go, it's so dramatically visible. The body will seem almost transparent. The eys will be looking at something the rest of us can't see.”

“That's the strange thing about being a mother: until you have a baby, you don't even realize how much you were missing one”

“There is a fine line between seeing something that's lost as missing, and seeing it as something that might be found.”

“let me tell you what happens when you cook down the syrup of loss over the open fire of sorrow: it solidfies into something wlaw. not grief, like you'd expect, or even regret. no, it gets thick as paste, black as ash; yet it isn't until you dip a finger in and feel that sharp taste dissolving on your tounge that you realize this is angel in its purest form, unrefined; a substance to be weighed and measyred and spread.”

“Did you ever walk through a room that's packed with people, and feel so lonely you can hardly take the next step?”

“I have met convicted child molesters before. They don't waer badges or brands or tattoos announcing their vice. It's hidden under a soft, grandfatherly smile; it's tucked in the pocket of a buttoned down shirt. They look the rest of us, and that's what makes it so frightening - to know that these beasts move among us, and we are none the wisest.They have girlfriends and wives who have loved them, unaware.”