“See - this book belongs to you,' Hannah said sweetly.'No young lady,' the birdman said. 'It belongs to you - but you don't belong to it.'He leaned in very close to her.'You belong to you,' he said.”

“You can’t explain love” he said out loud. “That’s how it gets ruined.”

“...I like stories very much,” the priest said. “They help me understand myself better.”

“He said it was better to belong where you don't belong than not to belong where you used to belong, remembering when you used to belong there.”

“Everything you areafraid of will never happen. It’s the events you cannotconceive of that happen.”

“If there is such a thing as marriage, it takes place long before the ceremony; in a car on the way to the airport; or as a gray bedrooms fills with dawn, one lover watching the other; or as two strangers stand together in the rain with no bus in sight, arms weighed down with shopping bags. You don't know then. But later you realize - that was the moment.”

“Life just swallows you up, doesn't it?Just swallows you up with its everyday things”