“And now it's been half a winter since Harry vanished, and I can finally rest my thoughts. I ought to feel relief. Of this I'm sure. But do you know what it's like to hold proof of the last heartache you'll ever know in your own raw hands? I hadn't known, either, not until Gus delivered Harry's red hat yesterday morning, a cork bobber sewed on where the pompom should've been.”
“Why do you look like that, Duane?" "Like what, Cletus?" "Like your heart is diseased.”
“It's over, her mind whispered. There's still hope, her heart insisted.”
“I knew that the pain I felt now was here to stay. In many forms. Through many nights.”
“Acknowledging our heartache and our hardship is the first step in coping and dealing with it.”
“Maybe you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.”
“There's something about water that washes away the cares of the mind and heart.”