"You don't have to say I love you to say I love you,"you said with a shrug. "All you have to do is say my name and I know."..."Can't you hear it?"you said. "When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth."
"I became a firefighter because I wanted to save people. But I should have been more specific. I should have named names."
"I always wondered why God was supposed to be a father,"she whispers. Fathers always want you to measure up to something. Mothers are the ones who love you unconditionally, don't you think?"
"Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey."
"The thinnest slice would be teeming with memories of a love so strong it turned you inside out and left you gasping, and would be an identical match to a slice stored in the heart of a soul mate."
"The truth was, history repeated itself on a daily basis; mistakes were made over and over. People were haunted by what they had done, and by what they hadn't had time to do."