Peter glances out at the falling snow. Oh, little man. You have brought down your house not through passion but by neglect. You who dared to think of… - Michael Cunningham

If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I cant go on spoiling your life any longer. I dont think two people could have been happier than we have been.

What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. And there it is... It was death. I chose life.

There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) know these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning; we hope, more than anything, for more.