“If you're ever wishing for things to go back to the way they were. You just have to look up.”

“i suppose that's the secret, if you're ever wishing for things to back the way they were. You just have to look up.”

“I used to lie here like this all summer long,' I tell her. 'I'd come up here and just stare at the sky.' She rolls over on her back so she's staring up as well. 'Bet this view hasn't changed much, has it?'What she says is so simple i almost laugh. She's right, of course. 'No. This looks exactly the same.'I suppose that's the secret, If you're ever wishing for things to go back to the way they were. You just have to look up.”

“It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.”

“I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.”

“I'm not scared, if that's what you're wondering. The moment of death is full of sound and warmth and light shooting away, arcing up and up and up, and if singing were a feeling it would be this, this light, this lifting, like laughing...The rest you have to find out for yourself.”

“It won't matter if nobody ever thinks I'm pretty (although sometimes I wish, just for a second, that somebody would)”