“Maybe if I could slip into Sylvia's mind, sort out the spices in her rack, alphabetize them and dust them off. Maybe then I'd understand how it's the little things that pull you under.”

“But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it.”

“The greatest thing about dreams is they don’t expire. They can lay dormant for years and when you pull them out and dust them off, they shine like new.”

“Jamie: Maybe you could stop being a neat freak and ease off with barking orders at me.Dante: I resent the neat-freak statement. And I do not bark.Jamie: Sure you don't, Popeye.Dante: And it wouldn't kill you to use the shoe rack. I mean, it's right by the door.Jamie: Stop putting my CD's in chronological order, and I'll work on the shoe rock thing.Dante: How about alphabetical order?Jamie: How about you go to therapy?”

“I knew the alphabet. Maybe I could be a writer.”

“Maybe I'd just figured out there were some things you were better off not knowing”