“There was a time if my mother had said we she’d have meant me and her. Now it was them. She was still a part of we; it was me who wasn’t. They used to be other people, those who lived outside our home. Now they were inside, it was me and them.”

“We all have our scars, Laura,” he said softly. “Some of them are on the outside. Some are on the inside. But we can’t change them. All we can do is accept them as part of who we are and go on living. - Caleb McCurdy (hero)”

“My wife said to me recently that she hates couples who finish each other's sentences for them. I agreed that it was annoying, but it made me think that perhaps we were missing out on something, so now every time she says anything, I say 'full stop' at the end. I have been doing it for a full week now, and it has really kept the romance alive.”

“I thought about my Willa, about her blind-smiling at me from the hospital bed where she laid and where she died a few hours later, thought about the girl my Willa was in the picture she’d shown me, smiling out from inside the old lady Willa on the night she died. I thought about that wild Willa picture, and about the certain order she’d pulled that picture and others out of her hatbox to share with me on the summer nights when we were doing our secret sharing. And I thought about people saving certain pictures for a reason, saving and discarding according to the self-told story of themselves, how mainly it had nothing to do with who they were in the everyday, but instead, who they were in their special caught moments. How they held onto those pictures, and they held.”

“We don't get over losing the dogs who have been a part of our lives. We just get used to living without them.”

“There are like twenty people in that waiting room right now. Some of them are related to you. Some of them are not. But we're all your family.'"She stops now. Leans over me so that the wisps of her hair tickle my face. She kisses me on the forehead. 'You still have a family,' she whispers.”