“They'd crossed over to that continent where grieving parents lived. It looked the same as the rest of the world, but wasn't. Colors bled pale. Music was just notes. Books no longer transported or comforted, not fully. Never again. Food was nutrition, little more. Breaths were sighs. And they knew something the rest didn't. They knew how lucky the rest of the world was.”

“Like the rest of the world, they seemed to have figured out something I didn't know - where they'd come from, where they were going - and moved on.”

“My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. That's just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.”

“You know, the Chinese have forgotten more about sailing than the rest of the world ever knew.”

“They'd spent their lives not breaking laws, and till now they'd thought the rest of the world had been doing the same. But someone had changed the rules and forgotten to send them a telegram”

“I always knew I was a star, and now the rest of the world seems to agree with me.”