12 Quotes by Caroline Zancan

She loved it the way you can love only a certain number of arrangements of words across the span of a life . . . we had all loved something—some poem or passage or cluster of words—as much as Leslie loved Hannah's story.It was the reason we were all there.

. . . reading the last line of a perfectly written book. The kind of line you never saw coming but know, as soon as you read it, is the only line the book could've ended with.

He had the kind of shrunken posture that promised something terrible had happened to him.

People only seem to think something's a problem when it's a problem for them.

He said it was strange, how we were shaped by so many things we would never remember and had no control over.

But I've been paying attention for a while now, and I think there's also actual ordinary. People who never wonder if this is all there is, and have never gnashed their teeth at what a raw deal this whole thing inevitably becomes at some point or another, sooner or later.

It's still irresistible, the idea that we meant anything to them, given how much they meant to us. How much they mean to us still.None of it had anything to do with us.

There was always a haunted quality about the place, even before anything bad happened.

He wasn't alone because he hadn't been able to find friends, but because he didn't trust anyone enough to want to.