Her voice, high and clear, moved through the leaves, through the sunlight. It splashed onto the gravel, the grass. He imagined the notes falling into….

Then she had been a fiancee, a young wife, and a mother, and she had discovered that these words were far too small ever to contain the experience..

She didn't love him and he didn't love her; she was like an addiction, and what they were doing had a darkness to it, a weight..

The challenges in this place are real and sometimes very difficult, but I've learned to slow down and look for beauty in my days, for the mysteries a….

The city of Pittsburgh gleaming suddenly before her . . . so startling in its vastness and its beauty that she had gasped and slowed, afraid of losin….

In some deep place in her heart, Caroline had kept alive the silly romantic notion that somehow David Henry had once known her as no one else ever co….

This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired, but the life she was living….

You can't spend the rest of your life tiptoeing around to try and avert disaster. It won't work. You'll just end up missing the life you have..

He wished he had some kind of X-ray vision for the human heart..

...so young, so lonely and naive, that she imagined herself as some sort of vessel to be filled up with love. But it wasn't like that. The love was w….

She saw herself moving through another life, an exotic, difficult, satisfying life..

I love to swim, and I love being near water..

He had handed his daughter to Caroline Gill and that act had led him here, years later, to this girl in motion of her own, this girl who had decided ….

No one could suspect the intricate mysteries of her heart..

I've been accused of trying too hard to rescue people.

He carried Paul inside and up the stairs. He gave him a drink of water and the orange chewable aspirin he like and sat with him on the bed, holding h….

Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm..

A moment was not a single moment at all, but rather an infinite number of different moments, depending on who was seeing things and how..

Music is like you touch the pulse of the world. Music is always happening, and sometimes you get to touch it for a while, and when you do you know th….

So something had begun, and now she could not stop it. Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement. She could leave this place today. She could….

This is what he knew that Paul didn't: the world was precarious and sometimes cruel. He'd had to fight hard to achieve what Paul simply took for gran….