“He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.”
“Behind the veil of each night, there is a smiling dawn.”
“He was smiling and listening. So even if the "real past" and memories of it are completely different, he smiles without saying anything. And then he cries. He cries without telling anyone.”
“...and he smiled a lot. The smile did not mean that he was happy. It meant he was stronger than most people, and that he intended to take advantage of it.”
“You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.”
“This was the best Thanksgiving we’ve had since Mom died.”I pulled my head up to see his expression. He was smiling, but it was tinged with sadness.“I’m glad I was here to see it.”