“But it never ceases to amaze me how difficult the things that are supposed to be instinctive really are.”

“He had never been good at expressing himself. What he felt was so big it was difficult to find the words, and even if he could, it was hardly appropriate to write them to someone he had not contacted in twenty years.”

“He had always been too English; by which he supposed he meant that he was ordinary.”

“I've begun to think that we sit far more than we're supposed to...Why else would we have feet?”

“He had felt safe with what he had confided. It had been the same with Queenie. You could say things in the car and know she had tucked them somewhere safe among her thoughts, and that she would not judge him for them, or hold it against him in years to come. He supposed that was what friendship was, and regretted all the years he had spent without it.”

“If we can't accept what we don't know, there really is no hope.”

“If I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, it stands to reason that I'm going to get there. I've begun to think we sit far more than we're supposed to." He smiled. "Why else would we have feet?”