“She slipped into this rhythm without thinking about it, like a clock that moved its hands without knowing why.”

“...You can have this whole entire life, with all your opinions, your loves, your fears. Eventually those parts of you disappear. And then the people who could remember those parts of you disappear, and before long, all that's left is your name in some ledger. This...person -- she had a favorite food. She had friends and people she disliked. We don't even know how she died...I guess that's why I like preservation better than history. In preservation I feel like I can keep some of it from slipping away.”

“Mentally Connie gathered her strands of thinking into thick handfuls, trying to braid them into a coherent whole.”

“Her freckles were delectable. Most fellows didn't care for freckles as a rule, thinking they were tough-looking. But Betty's were appealing. Like cake batter you could wipe off with your thumb, buttery and sweet.”

“Just because you don't believe it[] [...]doesn't mean that it's not true.”

“In his voice resonated the timbre of a man who thinks he has convinced himself of an idea, but masks his own doubt by laboring to persuade others.”

“Everyone has wounds as want healing. Seems like they all find me.”