“He took the box but did not avail himself of a tissue. She understood. Sometimes it was comforting to feel the wetness of grief's tears on your face.”

“If I canot know your name, may I light a lamp so I can see your face?'If you sould ever see my face, you will lose me forever.' Why?' Psyche wanted to know. 'Are you ugly? Are you afraid I won't love you if I see your face?'Perhaps I am afraid that if you see my face, it will be THAT that you will love and not me.' I understand, believe me. I know what that feels like.”

“Perhaps one of the writer's tasks is to weave himself into others' pain.”

“I'm tired of thinking and I'm really tired of Feeling.—Jenna Richards”

“Books, and especially fiction, do not proceed from ideas. They are born from feelings ”

“Just because she's dead it doesn't mean I stopped loving her or that she stopped loving me. It's just her body that left. The love didn't.—Jenna Richards”

“Some wounds go so deep that you don't even feel them until months, maybe years, later.”