“Nothing was dirty. With Park.Nothing could be shameful.Because Park was the sun, and that was the only way Eleanor could think to explain it.”

“. . .nothing could eclipse the stain of his dirty, mortal mediocrity.”

“The smile, the look, tugged at Eleanor's heart. Even in the fleeting glance, she'd seen great love in Ian's eyes, his determination to finish this letter and send it to Beth so she could enjoy decoding it. A way to tell her sweet nothings that no one else could understand. Private thoughts, shared between husband and wife.”

“He'd wanted to take her dirty and take her sweet, take her any way he could get her and every way he could dream up”

“Ask a believer to explain how their God could provide them a great parking spot at Wal-Mart; yet allow six million people to die during the Holocaust.”

“Each memory was brought to life before me and within me. I could not avoid them. Neither could I rationalize, explain away. I could only re-experience with total cognizance, unprotected by pretense. Self delusion was impossible, truth exposed in this blinding light. Nothing as I thought it had been. Nothing as I hoped it had been. Only as it had been.”