“A woman never tells you why she loves; she just tells you how she loves.”
“The certainty that she would find what it was she sought just slipped away, until one night she knew there was nothing, no one waiting for her. That no matter how far she walked, how carefully she searched, how much she wanted to find the person she was looking for, she was alone" - The Forgotten Garden”
“How do you remember this stuff? But why had she forgotten? That was the real question.”
“Just Me, Just MeSweet Marie, she loves just me(She also loves Maurice McGhee).No she don't, she loves just me(She also loves Louise Dupree).No she don't, she loves just me(She also loves the willow tree).No she don't, she loves just me!(Poor, poor fool, why can't you seeShe can love others and still love thee.)”
“How terrible to be forgotten by the god that made you, even if you're just a room. How could you love something that could do that anytime?”