“We were in dialogue that was about something other than what we were saying.”

“We really wanted to know all the unknowable things about each other and how we were the same and how we were different, if we even were, maybe nobody is.”

“[W]e are not merely tempered and schooled by failure but compelled, in however subtle a fashion, to become something other than we were.”

“In death, we are not defined by what we did or who we were but by what we meant to others. How well we loved and were loved in return.”

“We ain't anything more than a name and some likes and some distastes, and a story we tell about ourselves.' And what others say about us.”

“What is was, was that we complemented each other. We just fit in this way that made strangers ask us if we were sisters, even though her hair was blond and curly and mine was straight and dark. Even though her eyes were blue and mine were brown. Maybe it was the way we acted, or spoke, just moved. The way we would look at something and both have the same thought at the same moment, and turn to each other at the same time and start to say the same thing.”