I can tell you that the end of life is the some of the love that was lived in it.

“I could give you a thiught sheath to put that in,"Isabelle offered. "I got tons…”

“Well, when I was five, I wanted my mother to let me go around and around inside…”

“Wait." Isabelle suddenly sat up straight. "What did you say that name was?" she…”

“Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones.”