Time apparently did nothing but blunt grief’s sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.

“As always, the blessed relief of starting, a feeling that was like falling into…”

“Only children tell the whole truth, you know. That's what makes them children.”

“It's like many other things in life, Ellie. You keep on the path and all's well…”

“¿Por qué no podía enfadarse? ¿Por qué tenía que estar tan cochinamente asustado?”