“I needed paper. I couldn’t think without writing my thoughts down.”

“Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream”

“I was thinking lots of things, but most of them needed to stay thoughts, not words.”

“Without turning on the light, I went to my bed and lay down, my arm thrown across the mattress, my hand aching because Grace wasn't underneath it”

“I thought, possibly, that what I really needed was to go where nobody knew me and start over again, with none of my previous decisions, conversations, or expectations coming with me.”

“I hear laughter and someone asks if I need help, not in a nice way. I snarl, 'What I need is for your mother to have thought a little harder nine months before your birthday.”

“I won't let this be my good-bye. I've folded one thousand paper crane memories of me and Grace, and I've made my wish.I will find a cure. And then I will find Grace.”