“Please make it yesterday, when Papa came home.”

“That's what heaven is. You get to make sense of your yesterdays”

“Ends are for yesterday, not tomorrows.”

“Please, please, please, please, please...,", squeezing his eyes shut because it somehow made the words more pure.”

“when your time came, it came, and that was that. You might say something smart on your way out, but you might just as easily say something stupid.”

“He did not know that the child who had asked for yesterday was now seeking to own tomorrow.”

“By now, the morning sun was just over the horizon and it came at me like a sidearm pitch between the houses of my old neighborhood. I shielded my eyes. This being early October, there were already piles of leaves pushed against the curb—more leaves than I remembered from my autumns here—andless open space in the sky. I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.”