“Can I ask you something?Anything.Why is it every time we say goodnight, it feels like goodbye?”
“Should we say something?’ Cal asks.‘Goodbye, bird?’ I suggest.He nods. ‘Goodbye, bird. Thank you for coming. And good luck.”
“Goodbye, Room." I wave up at Skylight. "Say goodbye," I tell Ma. "Goodbye, Room."Ma says it but on mute.I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened. Then we go out the door.”
“I miss you every time that we say goodbye, even though I know I will see you the next day. I miss you when you are across the room, and I can see you. I miss you when you sit beside me and I cannot touch you.”
“This is a damn useless conversation. Goodbye. (Charles Goodnight to Woodrow Call)”
“There's nothing good about goodnight when it means goodbye.”