“Love transcended loss long enough for them to find that the depth of feeling is best known in silence, because in the presence of such love words are never quite enough.”

“The could never have explained Bonaventure anyway because there is no scientific word for miraculous.”

“Before long the formed into a circle, and neither of them could imagine being a straight line again, caught in the loneliness of blunt severed ends.”

“Their hands never touched, not even in an accidental brushing, and that was a good thing, for real intimacy has a dawn.”

“The fire sings to the marshmallow, and the song turns the marshmallow brown because that's what marshmallows do when they're happy.”

“The mirror done broke and your life looking back at you from them sharp glass pieces.”

“Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa”—my fault, my fault, my most grievous fault—as she pounded her fist to her chest three times as if pounding shut a door to keep her guilt from escaping.”