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“Do you believe in reincarnation?'
Yale looked at Fiona for help, but she was only waiting for his answer, bemused. 'I'd like to, I guess.'
'Well.' She patted his hand. 'If we get to do it, let's all come back at the same time, You two, Nico, Ranko, Modi, everyone fun. It'll be a party, and we won't let any stupid war break it up.”
― Rebecca Makkai, The Great Believers

“Finn helped me through the darkest, bleakest stage of my life. He was strong for me when I was at my lowest ebb, returning year after year and helping me to stand tall. He was the Italian cypress to my withering apple tree, and I will always love him for it.
I'm so proud of his achievements. He's doing so well and he deserves to be happy. And he deserves to be with someone else who's happy too.
It does strike me so well as slightly ironic that I'm doing the best I've ever done, both mentally and in my career, just as he's no longer around to witness it. He helped me to fly, only for another man to see me soar.
Part of what I love about my relationship with Tom is that it started from a place of strength. I'm no longer a shadow of myself, crippled by pain and grief, and we're not pulling in different directions. I like that I'm strong enough to support him if he needs me to.”
― Paige Toon, Seven Summers

“Yale was busy wondering if this was the governing factor of his life: the fear of getting his heart broken. Or rather, the need to protect the remaining scraps of his heart, the ones torn smaller by every breakup, every failure, every funeral, every day on earth. Was this, why a shrink would say he was with Charlie, out of all the men in Chicago? Yale might break Charlie's heart - he did it almost every day - but Charlie, for all his possessiveness, would never break Yale's.”
― Rebecca Makkai, The Great Believers

“We shall look for the road home. If anyone can find it, it will be you. And until then, we'll stay side by side, and if we forget the world, we'll forget it together. And if we turn into trees, we'll grow so near to one another that our roots will tangle under the ground, and we won't be able to tell where one of us ends and the other begins, We'll be together this time.”
― Arden Powell, The Faerie Hounds of York