“...and we sat like that, one creature in two bodies, for a long time, until I forgot what I'd been upset about and I was myself again.”

“You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.”

“You´re like a song I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.”

“You're beautiful and sad," I said finally, not looking at him when I did. "Just like your eyes. You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again." For a long moment there was only the whirring sound of the tires on the road, and then Sam said softly, "Thank you.”

“I wanted a library like this...[] A cave of words that I'd made myself.”

“We both look mournfully in the window as we pass, though I'd sworn to myself that I wouldn't. Nothing says orphans like two kids breaking their necks looking at trays of November cakes and platters of shaped cookies and lovely soft loaves of bread still steaming the window they're next to.”

“Jack had been a jerk that night, even though I tried not to remember that part. It felt like I wasn't missing him properly if I let myself remember how much I'd despised him sometimes. Instead I tried to remember what he looked like grinning and dirty in the driveway, though these days it felt more like I was remembering a memory of a memory of his smile instead of the smile itself. When I thought too hard about that, it made me feel weightless and untethered.”