“Your Love & Light Shines through Me Even in Your Physical Absence.”

“Whose house is this? Whose night keeps out the light In here? Say, who owns this house? It’s not mine. I dreamed another, sweeter, brighter With a view of lakes crossed in painted boats; Of fields wide as arms open for me. This house is strange. Its shadows lie. Say, tell me, why does its lock fit my key?”

“The point of life was to press on, to do the best you can, to make the world a better place.”

“If I'm going to give you forever," she said, raising her chin higher, "I want something in return." "I already offered to help you out of your mess. What else do you want?" Eleanor considered her demands. He sounded open to suggestion, which was good because she had a suggestion. "Everything." "Everything?" he repeated. "As in. . .?" "Every. Thing." She stared at him across the desk, and this time it was her turn not to blink. "I give you forever, the least you can give me is everything.”

“Anything that causes you to change who you are just to fit in is not good for you.”

“Dedication: For librarians and booksellers everywhere, who gather books and build shelters for tender souls.”

“How great an anguish is hope! For when it disappoints, it ruptures old wounds and gouges out new ones, so that you are left worse off than when you began.”

“Goodness is about what you do. Not who you pray to.”