“The sun has just risen, weak and watery-looking, like it had just spilled itself over the horizon and is too lazy to clean itself 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.”

“Still, the vivid green of the grass-where the grass is actually managing to assert itself through the dirt-seems out of place.This seems like a place where the sun should never shine: a place on the edge, at the limit, a place completely removed from time and happiness and life.”

“... he had never once been frightened of a living one before. They were too fragile, too easily broken and dismantled: They had bones that broke and skin that tore and hearts that gave up with a sigh and rolled over.”

“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.”

“Stupid how the mind will try to distract itself.”