My heart's with you, Bill, no matter how it turns out. My heart is with all of them, and I think that, even if we forget each other, we'll remember in our dreams.

He felt more crypts cracking open inside of him; the stench he smelled was not decayed bodies but decayed memories, and that was somehow worse.

People always talk about how hard it can be to remember things - where they left their keys, or the name of an acquaintance - but no one ever talks about how much effort we put into forgetting. I am exhausted from the effort to forget... There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.

I wouldn't have missed a single minute of it, Not for the whole world.

And in real life endings aren't always neat, whether they're happy endings, or whether they're sad endings.

It is interesting how one word can spark memories that one believes she has buried beyond recognition.