“I wasn't disappointed. My expectations had been met.”

“And my conclusion is,' he said, 'since I had been in very good terms with Anne, that most parents don't know really their children.”

“And he couldn't know because he hadn't been left with an unkeepable promise, because he wasn't me.”

“I realized that my eyes were closed and opened them. Augustus was staring at me, his blue eyes closer to me than they'd ever been, and behind them, a crowd of people three deep had sort of circled around us. They were angry, I thought. Horrified. These teenagers, with their hormones, making out beneath a video broadcasting the shattered voice of a former father.I pulled away from Augustus, and he snuck a peck onto my forehead as I stared down at my Chuck Taylors.And then they started clapping. All the people, all these adults, just started clapping, and one shouted "Bravo!" in a European accent. Augustus, smiling, bowed. Laughing, I curtsied ever so slightly, which was met with another round of applause.”

“But what could I lose by continuing that had not already been lost?”

“To be fair to Monica," I said, "what you did to her wasn't very nice either.""What'd I do to her?" he asked, defensive."You know, going blind and everything.""But that's not my fault," Isaac said."I'm not saying it was your fault. I'm saying it wasn't nice.”

“But I had to kill you, because the only other possible ending was us doing it, which I wasn't really emotionally ready to write about at ten.''Fair enough,' I say. 'But in the revision, I want to get some action.”