“The story it told was unremarkable: a tale of love found and lost- the oldest story in the world. The only story.”

“The story it told was unremarkable: a tale of love found and lost- the oldest story in the world. The only story.”

“Weeping is terrible for the complexion,' said Leonie, holding Shayndel close, 'but it is very good for the heart.”

“Making plans is a game. Life chooses for you.”

“[The sound of the wind] was just more proof that the workings of the world were random, that beauty, like suffering, was meaningless, that human life was as pointless as waves on sand.”

“In the moment before I crossed over, I knew that the priests and magicians of Egypt were fools and charlatans for promising to prolong the beauties of life beyond the world we are give. Death is no enemy, but the foundation of gratitude, sympathy, and art. All of life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.”

“It was one of those perfect fall days when the air is cool enough to wake you up but the sun is also kissing your face.”

“The more a daughter knows about the details of her mother's life - without flinching or whining - the stronger the daughter.”

“They sang the words in unison, yet somehow created a web of sounds with their voices. It was like hearing a piece of fabric woven with all the colors of a rainbow. I did not know that such beauty could be formed by the human mouth. I had never heard harmony before.”

“I like the way he danced. And then I like the way we danced together.”

“I don't want to die, Buddy.' She put her head on his chest. 'I know this cancer probably won't kill me. But I think about dying all the time. I dream about it. What do you think? Do I get to see Pat on the other side, or do I just lie there in the dirt forever?'...Buddy wrapped his arms around her and drew her close. 'I think dead is dead,' he said softly, near her ear. 'But that's not so bad. I think of it as following. Following the rest of them...My mother and father. Your sister. Your mom. But not just them. All of them. All of us. People...Maybe it's just a way to feel less lonesome about the whole thing, but I think of dying as a path we all go down separately at first, but eventually, together.”

“In the space of his years, my body had taken its full shape and my heart had grown in wisdom, for I understood what it was to be a mother.”