“When you were alone in the rising ocean, you grabbed whatever raft passed by.”
“But you grab a moment, or you let it pass.”
“So you planned this? The whole time we were together, you were scheming some way to screw up royally so I'd leave you alone?" "No, Luce," he said, grabbing my hand back. "So I'd leave you alone.”
“I wouldn’t trust you if you were the last life raft leaving the Titanic.”-max”
“They were big and black and rubber—the kind of boots you might be wearing as you came in the kitchen door, shaking off your rain slicker and saying, Grab the young’uns, Ma. Crick’s a-rising.”
“I learned the strange art of loneliness, the weathered yearning that swells and passes, and swells and passes, when you walk a trail alone.”