Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.

It was like a dream you might have after death in which lost people came back to life, your friends loved you again no matter what you had done, and your failures were unaccountably forgiven.

What you leave behind is the people you loved. You leave yourself in them.

Her vision of the world under the water represented a beautiful stillness, a version of heaven. It was the lost city of Lena, her alternate universe, the life she yearned for but didn't get to have.

Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted your life around, and made room for it.

But I know this. We're ready to move forward again in our way. Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.

She hadn't chosen the brave life. She'd chosen the small, fearful one.

She wondered again about her inclination to wish for things that made her so deeply unhappy.

She didn't open the envelope until she'd gotten to the bus station and needed to pay for her ticket. He hadn't given her the thousand dollars she'd asked for-he'd given her ten thousand.

You don't have time, Len. That is the most bitter and the most beautiful piece of advice I can offer. If you don't have what you want now, you don't have what you want.

Tibby, who was not fond of change, had once told Bridget that the present, no matter what it brought, couldn't change the past. The past was set and sealed.

Her voice was loud and cheerful, the way it was when nothing was well and she was determined not to show it.

I am afraid that as people grow old there is a tendency for them to believe that what the past *ought* to have been it was.

Grace is not opposed to effort, it is opposed to earning. Earning is an attitude. Effort is an action. Grace, you know, does not just have to do with forgiveness of sins alone.

One of Boomer's strong points is that he has a great background in just about everything.

Be very, very careful not to let the facts get mixed up with the truth.

My father grew up in Brooklyn, N.Y., with my grandparents. In Norwegian my name is pronounced 'Yoo' but my father used to call me 'Joe.'

Finding fault in others, just for the sake of finding fault, we will pollute our own minds.

If they found a way to make shooting in 240p expensive, it would be trendy.

There's no such thing as reverse racism.

It's hard to find a negligee in my size. I wear a Junior Mister.