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Cathy, you burn like a candle in the dark." Victor titled up my face with his fingers. "All your life, people are going to see that, even from far away, even in the middle of the night, and they are going to come to you." He touched my damp cheek, still wet with tears. I could feel my skin flushing against his fingers, "They are going to want to add your light to theirs," he said "And every night ends, and then it's morning, and the sun comes up.

Forget the names because names lie but remember me because when you look at me I remember myself. Remember me because I will never forget you.

Great art is like that. You can think you're a real hard-ass, with no use for artsy-fartsy jazz and then one of the greats hits you like a bullet though the heart. People talk about Tiger Woods, or Michael Jordan but if you really want to see a dude playing above the rim, spend half an hour looking at Picasso's from between the wars. The greats don't just want to score they want to dunk in your face.

He said that mixing an omelet was a lot like mixing paint: the eggs were my basic palette, and then I could build tastes out of whatever ingredients I had around.

Maybe you think a lot about the past, when you haven't got much future in front of you.

My anger turned small and hid. It was like that kid feeling you get when you are sad or hurt or lonely and you scream or cry to your parents and they crush you with their grown up feelings. Rage as big as the sky. Loneliness like an ocean you could drown in. Huge grown up feelings that annihilate you where you stand.

My mom is a black-no-sugar woman, but I basically believe in turning my coffee into cheesecake.

Still life." What a lie. Life isn't still. Death is.

The hands were beautiful, deft and wise: hands for steadying a bicycle, for pouring milk into a cereal bowl, hands for putting on Band-Aids and ruffling your hair.

They say love warms the soul, but it burns it sometimes, too.

Time is long, death is patient, and the ghosts will always outlive the grieving.

To most rich people, money is power." I opened the door and got out of the truck. "That's what's cool about Emma," Pete said. "She's totally into money, but she isn't like that at all. Money isn't power to her." "What is it?" He thought about it for a second, then grinned. "Lego," he said.

Victor looked at me with troubled eyes. "Your life is a journey to a destination I can't even imagine. I can give you a lot of things, I can give you money and safety and all my heart... but maybe that isn't what you really need." He stirred, looking out into dusk. "Maybe company on the journey is the only thing that matters." The last thin edge of the sun slipped into the sea and darkness seeped into the valley. "I do know I will love you forever," Victor said. "And forever, for me, is a very long time.

We are all animals. We're born them and we break like them and that's the truth at the bottom of things. We think we're special because we have produced Rambrant and Pop-tarts and infomercials, but death is our real common heritage.