"I leaned the side of my face against his ruff and remembered the golden wood he had shown me so long ago"
"Sam, I really want to buy a red coffee pot, if they exist"
"I’ve folded one thousand paper crane memories of me and Grace, and I’ve made my wish"
"I leaned down to hit a switch, turning on a string of Christmas lights stapled around the ceiling. They sparkled through the strange shapes made by the slowly spinning birds, and cast moving shadows, like firelight, across Grace’s face."
"Hanging in the sky directly above us was the aurora borealis. Like a brilliant pink road, snaked through the air and disappeared behind the trees, a darker purple aura clinging to one side of it"
"This is Rilke. I wish I had written it for you"
"As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and warmed the paper and ink inside the covers so that the smell of unread words hung in the air.”
“When we’re married, we can go to all the oceans. Just to say that we did”