“We could sing to lift our spirits,’ one of them suggested.Believe me, you want me to end the chapter now.”

“You know I've always wanted someone to sing to me, but now I know that what I want more is to sing to you.”

“Henry glared at Anastasia. 'You quit planning on a rich husband, Anastasia. You're gonna get rich on your own. You and me, if we want husbands, fine. But we won't need them. Like our mothers. My mom could do just fine being a waitress, and your mom could do just fine being an artist. They got husbands 'cos they want them. That Bambie, now maybe she'll need a husband. But not you and me. Got it?”

“You are the best of us. We are the best of you. What becomes of us will, inevitably, become of you. That is why you should care. That is why I write.I end this chapter, then, with broken silence, broken vows, broken trust. Our secrets are yours now; I pray you use them well.”

“I want you to be my wife. There’s no one else I want to spend the rest of my life with. We can live out here, you, me, our kids, and Bo. But I get it now, Anna. My decisions affect you, too. So now you have one of your own to make. Will you marry me?”

“Then I repeated these words to my spirits: 'Leave me be; give me peace; and let me do the work of my life. I will never forget you.' Something about that incantation was particularly appealing to me. 'I will never forget you'-- as though one had to address the pride of the spirits, as though one wanted them to feel good about being exorcised.”