“At that moment he knew one thing. The only thing that mattered.He loved her.”

“Once again, Jack reached for her hand. It was the only thing he knew how to do. As it would turn out, it was about the only thing he reall knew.”

“He knew now that at the end there was only one thing that counted - to be a saint.”

“As he gave, she took, burning a hole in the mirror with her gaze and repeating I love you like it was the only thing she knew how to say.”

“Only one person," he whispered to her. "Only one thing.”

“She knew - she knew by now - that there really can be a person, one at least, that you can embrace as easily and wholly as though the two of you were one thing, a thing that once upon a time was broken into pieces and is now put back together. And how could she know this unless he knew it too? It was part of the wholeness, that he must; and that too she knew. With her he was for a moment whole, they were whole: as whole as an egg, and as fragile.”