One of the secrets of the universe was that our instincts were sometimes stronger than our minds.
Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer morning could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder. p. 261
I decided that maybe we left each other alone too much. Leaving each other alone was killing us. p. 283
I came to understand that my father was a careful man. To be careful with people and with words was a rare and beautiful thing. p. 324
Scars. A sign that you had been hurt. A sign that you had healed. Had I been hurt? Had I healed? Maybe we just lived between hurting and healing. p. 335