“What kills a person at twenty-five? Leukemia. An accident. But George knows the better odds are that someone who passes at that age dies of unhappiness. Drug overdose. Suicide. Reckless behavior.”

“After a week, it's better. I miss her. I mourn her. But some peace has returned. She had been so unattainable - so young, so much a citizen of a different era - that it is hard to feel fully deprived.”

“Who are we but the stories we tell ourselves, about ourselves, and believe?”

“This is life. You know the philosphers? The Present never stops. There's only the Present. You cheat life if you live in the Past.”

“It wasn't luck or the order of the universe. It was simply what had happened.”

“Nobody ever gets what they want when it comes to love.”

“Every American is from somewhere else. Each is hated for what he brings that is different from the rest. We live in uneasy peace. But it is peace, for the most part. ”