“...but life doesn't give us the option to remake our decisions, only the power to reconceive them”

“When you get back, I finally wrote, let's lay ourselves down in the fields outside, and sleep there for the night, whatever the weather. We'll let the crows roost on our shoulders and skulls, let them nudge our necks with their wings, and pick at our earlobes, nibbling all the rotten bits out of us until we're nothing more than sinew, bone, and teeth. Until we're so pure, you can see right through us down to the roots and dirt. Until even our memories are eaten alive.”

“We see what we want to see in life, regardless of whether it's really in front of us or not...”

“Maybe the heavens were a kind of celestial grave, I thought, the way the earth is a repository for our flesh, and when we stared at the stars, we were really beholding a million lives twinkling back at us, asking us not to forget.”

“Even back then, I guess, I suspected that sometimes the only available choice in life is to spit on death and run.”

“Make sure you don't lose your heart living with Robert Morgan. Make sure he doesn't use up all the very best parts of you.”

“I figure that if a secret has an answer, it'll out on its own if it's meant to, and if it doesn't then maybe providence has a better reason for keeping it hidden than you think.”