“We haven't met yet, I'm Brandon Taylor." Dear Lord that voice could warm me on the coldest day of the year.”

“We haven’t met for many years, said Daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it could ever be."Five years next November."The automatic quality set us all back at least another minute.”

“Before we met, I was as lost as a person could be and yet you saw something in me that somehow gave me direction again.”

“Slater used to be a poet, he's nothing now, and he sort of looks on Robby and me with awe because we aren't nothing yet, we haven't given up yet, awed at me because I'm thirty-one and haven't given up yet, and at Robby because he's young and has potential. Most people stop wanting to be a writer around the age of sixteen.”

“And he loved you and your mom, so much. I’ll always remind you of that, but I wish you could have met him.” -Brandon”

“it was that voice. his voice. the voice that wrapped around you like a warm day. ”