Maybe now was a good time

Why do so many people die in your books? A: To make room for all the new ones!

Juliette had promised herself never to love in secret again, never to love at all. And somehow this time was worse: she had kept it a secret even from him. Even from herself.

It turned out that some crooked things looked even worse when straightened. Some tangled knots only made sense once unraveled.

“We are not the people who made this world, Lukas, but it’s up to us to survive it. You need to understand that.” “We can’t control where we are right now,” he mumbled, “just what we do going forward.”

His impatience for sleep often frightened that very sleep away.

He was an easy man to figure, one of those who had grown old everywhere but in his heart, that one organ he had never worn out because he’d never dared to use it.

We are born, we are shadows, we cast shadows of our own, and then we are gone. All anyone can hope for is to be remembered two shadows deep.

“I don’t think he’d mind. And yes, he’s still with me. He motivates me every day to be a good person. I feel him watching me all the time.” “Me too,” Marnes said. Jahns looked up and saw that he was staring at her. “Do you think he’d want you to be happy? In all things, I mean?” He stopped rubbing his legs and sat there, hands on his knees, until