“However hard and however long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels...”

“...grief is loved turned into an eternal missing. ...It can't be contained in hours or days or minutes.”

“The gastliness of nothing. Because I was nobody's sister now.”

“However hard and however long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels...”

“I wanted to make him understand that we shared the details of our lives, because they were the threads that braided us so closely together. And you would have been certain to tell me about a Sabatier knife, because it would have had the rare value of being a detail in your life which tied directly into mine - Bee in Sister”

“Just thinking of your laughter gives me courage. . . ”

“I don't believe outstandingly beautiful and charismatic women create obsession in what would otherwise be normal men, but rather they attract the weirdos and the stalkers; flames in the darkness that these disturbing people inhabit, unwittingly drawing them closer until they extinguish the very flame they were drawn to.”

“But, astonishingly, I'm not broken. I'm not destroyed. Terrified witless, shaking, retching with fear, yes. But no longer insecure. Because during my search for how you died, I somehow found myself to be a different person. ... Living my life. And it wouldn't be my grief for you that toppled the mountain, but love.”

“I get up and pace the room, as if I can leave my guilt behind me. But it tracks me as I walk, an ugly shadow made by myself.”

“But my lazy lack of faith, my in-vogue atheism, has taken away the safety net hanging beneath our children's lives.”

“And imagine acquiring a new language and only learning the words to describe a wonderful world, refusing to know the words for a bleak one and in doing so linguistically shaping the world that you inhabit.”